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It’s raining, it’s pouring, this story’s getting oh so boring. And what else did you expect? When it rains, someone always gets wet. So it’s searchlights or the shadows. With a newscast like that,...

I’m in the red I’ve got the blues I’m token black, An early greying fool. I need an orange I need a lime I need a last name that don’t feel like such a crime. I feel 16 I feel 60 I feel 9 to 5. So...

I was there I sucked the bodies up my nose Asbestos And femurs And nylon pantyhose I should have cried I tried to cry I should have cry I could not cry Not saying it’s good Not saying it’s right But...

I’ve seen the jet planes crash and oil tankers galore. I’ve seen Mexicans in boxer shorts with Pacific Ocean pompadours. I’ve seen gay penguins fuck and bison roam through golden gates. Seen dogs die...

Cowboys or indians? Pinkerton to Taliban, Tijuana to Nicaragua: It smells like fear. Vietnam to Afghanistan: It tastes like tears. They're crying, crying, they're crying their eyes. They're dying,...

(original poem by Richard Brautigan)

This sickness that’s inside of me Ain’t a sickness that’s easy to see No rash, no runs, no potpourri Of symptoms Of woes No bloody stool No bloody nose Just cause you can’t see it’s there Don’t mean...

Base. How low can we go? Fuck the Beatles, I’m an animal An upright ape with opposable thumbs To hold the clubs To hold the guns Swing low sweet chariot God bless my DNA Drunk drive my Chevy to the...