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Taming the Junkyard Dog. Sunday, September 16, 2012. DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM. I went to the beat museum. But they wanted 8. 8 of my hard earned money. 8 of my cracking eggs for the people on the sidewalk. 8 of slicing peppers and peeling onions in a truck. 8 of my eyes weeping as I slice. For 8 I could buy a roll of paper. Or a typewriter ribbon. That would unroll my blood, sweat, and tears. Down Woodie Gutrhies ribbon of highway. In this, MY land. Of earth, wind, and fire. All the way home. The ring.CONTENT
This web page tamingjunkyarddog.blogspot.com states the following, "Sunday, September 16, 2012." We saw that the webpage said " DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM." It also said " I went to the beat museum. 8 of my hard earned money. 8 of my cracking eggs for the people on the sidewalk. 8 of slicing peppers and peeling onions in a truck. 8 of my eyes weeping as I slice. For 8 I could buy a roll of paper. That would unroll my blood, sweat, and tears. Down Woodie Gutrhies ribbon of highway. In this, MY land. Of earth, wind, and fire."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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Music and lyrics by VACANT. Recorded and mixed by Stephen Caffrey and Naomi Macleod at Storm Studios. Mastered by Francesco Gatti at Storm Studios. Just let them digest my cells. Realitys plague, rats live inside my skull. Theyll eat and theyll eat but theyll never get full. Realitys plague, I can feel them against the bone reminding me that my thoughts arent my own. Get out of my head. Seven years of bad luck and good riddance? Just stop.
Few of the myriad strands from my thought process. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. I may have not sent any msgs,. I may have not picked your calls. I may have not made your day bright,. I may have not treated you right. I may have not been there for you,. I may have not cared for you. I may have not dared for you,. I may have not dreamed of you. I may have not cried in your sorrow,. I may have not tried to change things better. I may have not done nothing for you,. I have been nothing without you.
I hope these words mean more to you. Than they do to who they were written for. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. No One Belongs Here More Than You. This was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events.