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I worked with this particular Bukowski reading a while back, but couldn't get it where I wanted it. Kept working on it until, today, I've reached the point where I feel the need to cut myself free. Just leave it be. My thought or intention was to bring some dance and some rockabilly or whatever into the same place and see what I could make of it, little piece by little piece. In the end I got the feeling that Chuck was sneering at me and would likely walk out of the room unless I called it done.

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Mrs. Goodyear is a dancer. This is for her.

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And so the phone rings

no more does my heart sing

when there's no one close beside you nowhere left to run

release yourself into the arms of all that's said and done

You choose to walk on in one brighter wedding day

but now the time has come for the heart to have its say

for the heart to have its say for the heart to have its say...

[Photo: Lee Miller]

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Chuck. With a little backing help.

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“In the heart of every cowboy there’s a fear of the horse....”

When in Rome.....this is, apparently, from the developing sub-genre (of one) Icelandic Folk Rock. 

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Wash  me.

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The Invisibility of Speed

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Unfound

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The Form Doesn't Change / Van Allen Belts (JG)

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Love song. Of sorts.

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Keep searching if you feel you must (snow into water and your muscles into rust) but make sure who you're looking for is you.

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When you see me I'll be gone...