Leaving La

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I was living on the hill,
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By the water tower and hiking 
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trails,
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When the big one hit I’d have a 
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seat,
To watch masters abandon their dogs 
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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
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 New Orleans,
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Leave under the gaze of the 
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billboard queens,
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5 foot chicks with parted lips 
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selling sweatshop jeans.


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