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Stones In My Passway

With a pretty girl, listening to the Stones
Stones in the night (’68)

As white as snow,

As black as coal,

Tunes to pacify, and sanctify

Your shattered, lonely, broken soul.

The rattle of guitars,

Jig saw blues.

A girl in the doorway,

Blue eyed oblivion,

The harp takes you to Heaven and home.

Stray cat elevator story songs,

Make me whole again,

Take me back home,

Where I knew what was real,

A picture of wasted love,

I gave it all up,

No expectations,

Just the train on reality rails.

I gave it all up,

No matter!

Dear Doctor, I’m sinking fast,

Hearing only songs, and her heavy whisper of love.

Blue eyed eternity and open red lips,

Country girl,

I am in love again,

Factory girl you make me smile,

Maid in your sultry basement,

Kiss me and make the songs real again.

Make the sky bright, the rain fresh and cool,

Make me sympathize with your honey hips,

Whips and heels,

Hold me in your heart tonight, I bow to your rule.

Another thousand piece puzzle,

I can’t make it fit,

I smoke my last cigarette,

Suck on an empty bottle,

Try to forget my role.

And think of her as I swoon in the songs.

Her freedom,

Her eternal love,

Her give it all, no questions asked, kick ass beauty.

Call me salt of the earth and hit another lie,

She is a saviour, and so is love!

The guitars sound clear tonight,

No fog in my ears,

The twenties clear to (’68)

Return home poor boy,

A prodigal son,

Start down the road,

The way to get along,

Sit on the doorstep wasting time,

Try to forget duty,

But never responsibility,

Patiently watching the rain.

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