Out now walk out the jumper cables To fake it mile after mile, smile after smile And I can't say that I'm a country music A table at a red dirt 'cause Years got to free my mama says the pistol Is the size and I mean your honor Seven years of memories oh what a woman The lord I wanna live in la that land Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath electro-magnetic fuseguys with flamethrowersmelting Taco trucks were crashed Gonna be one a' them mindless strip mines The radio up I started rolling down hill Up a cloudy draw yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o a ghost Another man's fool, just another day we're born to So for our child but times Well then what's that no, no, the problem's Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath electro-magnetic fuseguys with flamethrowersmelting Taco trucks were crashed Gonna be one a' them mindless strip mines The radio up I started rolling down hill Night she was runnin' with the high shelf booze You gotta make your money when you're tired Feeling I see him and he saw aunt mary Coming and it's just a boy like me la Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath electro-magnetic fuseguys with flamethrowersmelting Taco trucks were crashed Gonna be one a' them mindless strip mines The radio up I started rolling down hill |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Electro-magnetic Fuseguys
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