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             We go down round
             The far side of the tracks
             Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
             Behind their daddy's shacks
             Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
             On a pearl splashing glass
             If they give us any flack
             If they come up on our ass
             We'll just give 'em the go-by
             The Cadillac pass

             Take me now
             From the blue and pale room I'd follow
             Through the faces and the traces of
             Treasure I keep hearing inside me
             Madmen throw their voices
             From pretty boys
             And from the best ones
             You pick up connections
             As they hand you your directions
             To the Western Slope

             I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
             I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around
             And I know what people say about me
             But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me

             I'm sorry
             I saw him
             I saw him
             Laughing
             I could hear them
             Laughing
             Alive
             I could hear them

             E. A. Poe
             And Johnny Johnson
             If you dial in
             They're calling from the Western Slope
             Who's the thin thread of light
             That keeps you strangled in the scenery
             That follows my voice --- can you se me?
             Then follow my voice

             Who raised this banner?
             That no one hears --- The Jack
             Beneath the axis
             Digging under the current
             Someone's trying to get back
             But who's qualified to retrieve
             The soul's enduring song?
             From the grottos of her eyes
             And the clashing stars

             E. A. Poe
             And Johnny Johnson
             If you dial in
             They're calling from the Western Slope
             Who's the thin thread of light
             That keeps you strangled in the scenery
             That follows my voice --- can you se me?
             Then follow my voice --- see me?



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