Greetings! I am aboard the hell o'clock train, otherwise known as the regional Amtrak; it is my intention for the day to see how much I can sleep in the quiet car. Right now there are some very beautiful streamers and shells of cloud in the dawn-faded blue of the sky, a kind of hand-gilding light on the passing verticals of bricks and concrete. Everything is so much greener than even the last time I took this line: the trees are bursting out like summer, not just blossoming. It is not fair of me to think that the man who just took a seat diagonal of me looks like he should be walking across a stage in that grey business suit and glasses, a briefcase in one hand and a bright red umbrella in the other. Further bulletins as consciousness warrants.
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- 1: Do you believe a person should be some kind of answer?
- 2: I know you're waiting for me in secret places
- 3: How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
- 4: But I was cruising Gawain in the mist
- 5: All of it's golden, my body is floating, I'm still alive
- 6: Why don't you ever let me love you?
- 7: I'm man enough to be a party girl and dance all night, the American high
- 8: With that you're-on-camera smile like she wants to try me on
- 9: Wish they'd drop the knife in the peep-show parking lot
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