Leaving La

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I was living on the hill,
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By the water tower and hiking trails,
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When the big one hit I’d have a seat,
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To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free,
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O baby it’s time to leave,
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Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans,
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Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens,
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5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans.


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These A  phonies and their bullshit bands,
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Sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant,
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So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece,
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Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks”
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You can hear it all over the airwaves,
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The manufactured gasp of the final days,
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Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don’t have,
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To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past.