Thursday, May 7, 2009
the only sound that's left
Cinderella, she seems so easy
'It takes one to know one,' she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
'You Belong to Me I Believe'
And someone says, 'You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave'
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.
~ Bob Dylan
[North Avenue east of Milwaukee Avenue]
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- keep this coupon
- follow you home
- a perfect subject
- love an empty airport
- rarely-beloved a single star is uttered
- the shadow that everything casts
- it is this that the darkness is for!
- matter don't mind
- division
- win winn
- second-hand satisfaction, half-souled
- no such place as brooklyn
- axes
- tangle
- vagrant
- corner
- obituary, i like that word
- no one owns life
- a sense of what is not
- shame followed
- the greatest of these
- only a voice
- without grace
- One-three-hundredth of the Icelandic population
- the only sound that's left
- but now we cannot
- laughed inside her laughter
- monotony
- some good in you
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