Saturday, October 27, 2012

Somebody Was Here.

The Poetrycooker brings you an installment of . . .


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THE HAUNTED GRAMOPHONE
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Rolling In on a Burning Tire

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The Dead Weather

 
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
One is born so one can die
You must wait a real long time
That's more than you can bear

And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
that looks nothing like your own

Rolling in on a burning tire
You're going to set my house on fire
Just to show me you were there
Well I was raised up like a snake
You were raised to leave me bait
I always, always take

And the days will come and go
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
that looks nothing like your own

The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what you want to hear
That's not what you want to hear
 

 

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