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the tragedy of the Oklahoma Bombing unfold
covers the war Bloody Burnt Babies Bodies Flash across my screen Making my flesh crawl Making me think about their families Babies, That never had a chance to grow up Making me sadder and sadder everyday However, Life goes on here in the un torn land away from all that kind of strife unless you live in Oklahoma that is I'll cry for those dead Babies as I try and put an end to war Guess I'll get up now and change the channel Watch a cartoon or something funny So I won't have to cry About Dead Babies
as he sat in front of his machine Switch on Jack In Disks spin Life goes on in Cyber Space Digits, Letters Faces Limbs Colors Flatline Disks stop Switch out Life ends
electric waves of shimmering light el'tronic impulses flashing home feeding into me feeding into you symbiotic shiverings lost in our VR touch on the wire we reach across time an' space drawing ever closer reaching out reaching in on the wire our love shimmers glows bright then suddenly fade's as we kiss goodnight I waste another day lost in the heart of darkness longing for your return on the wire
to the winter of Blonde on Blonde Walkn' down St. Marks Place with our Pea Coats on an long paisley scarf's wrapped around our necks to protect us from the winter cold. 98 St. Marks Place 5th floor walk up had a whole crew live'n with me in a 3 room flat called ourselves the Surviving Few I worked as photographer paid the rent scored the drugs for everyone Visions of Johanna played softly on the beat up victrola Sandy sleeping soundly lying next to me while Jorn and Cher made love in the other room and me being wide awake listening to the steam pipes cough Little runaway Lee 13 year old speed freak junky warn'n me not to mess with those Black Beauties and it was much later that I learned the lesson of The Needle and the Damage Done
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