Yes. I buried the lead again. I am fucking famous for that. Scroll down for the song.
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Yeah, I am still struggling to get through the Ken Burns ‘History of Country Music’ document -tarry
I am in the Seventies now.
Really fucking me up.
Because I lived it.
Shoulda died it.
Didn’t
Now I am expressing my feelings of those wonderful times.
And wallowing in self-pity
And reminiscing
Or
Re-missing
Re-missing the mark.
My life back then held such promise.
What the fuck went so horrible wrong?
When/where did I take that wrong turn?
Who the hell knows?
Who the fuck cares?
Certainly not me.
Least of all
Me
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“They only let me slip away out of kindness, I suppose.”
Written by Townes Van Zandt (Who, if you are astute and in-the-know, is in the video)
And also notice that on the bar table at the end the beers are Lone Star. — in the fucking bottle– the only proper way to drink beer: From the tit. Just like you grew up with–from Mama
And the song covered by ten thousand wanna – bee’s
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Ref below of my larcenous/criminal past. And that is barely one-third of it. There are even some things I will never fess up to. Although it would make for mighty writing stories…. I suppose I could write it and call it ‘fiction.’ I mean, who the hell would know? Everyone would know, because ‘everyone’ knows I cannot write fiction worth a shit.
But I never got caught.
Because I was too fucking smart. And now I can write freely about it because in Amerika, we still have this thing.
It is called
‘The ‘Statue’ of Limitations.’
Kinda resembles that Statue of Miss Lady Liberté.
You remember: That French Bitch.