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I've got to keep it short and sweet in an ever-loving kind of way
This life makes you feel good if you're good with nothin' to say
You'll know what I mean by the time you hit thirteen or double ten
It's a matter of goin' up and down the middle path forget the sin.
Slammin' the jams from Cream of the Dream to shark's Pen in Hand
Nobody cares, nobody listens to you because you're in a rock band
Feels so bad when you know the answer, finally find it, there all along
Academy awards the oscar to acting script readers, editors on a bong.
But you know it doesn't get much better than a knowing thyself hit
It's a matter of knowing the Truth, to each his or her own SNL skit
I made up my mind just a few minutes ago, flyin' solo to the center
If this is a dream, I'm wakin' up and throwin' out the trash and beer.
Got some blues, some rum booze, a pinch of pocololo, just hangin'
At the pool hall playin' some nine ball, straight and a little rotation
I had some jack in my pocket and beat up some wanna be sharks
Took all the cash they had and left in a New York minute's temptation.
Filled my blue jeans' pockets, time won't heal their demoted wounds
Nothing will make them ever forget the humiliation of being a dupe
They be right back tomorrow though, thinkin' that I'll get back soon
I'll never go back, New York will always be just a memory loop.
I got my pen, I got my phone, got a laptop and a oneway ticket to ride
I'm flyin' out of that state of mind to paradise on Honolulu's isle
Got a little place at the end of the beach by a lagoon to write and hide
In the middle of a dream, blue sky, warm days, cool nights, last mile.
Just finished my unbelievable fantasy novel about falling in love again
Main character liked to drink the gin and smoke the sticky wind blowin'
Judged by noone from blood or water, only an agent with ten percent
Money in a bank, friends, glory of white sand beach that heaven sent.
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. July 1, 2014 @ 08:00 AM Tuesday
(written while listenin' to the Best of Jonny Lang on Xbox music via my recent Windows 8 install & lenovo laptop hookup---PARTAY TIME)
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