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one hour twenty four minutes thirty sex seconds

Posted: July 12th, 2005, 11:40 pm
by YABYUM
shrap-nullified
words
dick in
should have's
regurgitate old poems....

i saw a rabbit
what color?

Posted: July 13th, 2005, 7:25 am
by Glorious Amok
i saw a rabbit, startled it from it's trance out in the middle of some czech farmer's field, that night under the orange solstice moon, in my attempt to sleep out under the stars until dawn, saw it running from out in the open, looking for shelter... maybe it's the same rabbit... maybe it's just been running ever since.

mine was black.

Posted: July 13th, 2005, 9:06 am
by stilltrucking
pleasure mad
solipsizer of curves
jitterbug dance
makes me think of that side of st jack the Anne Charters wrote about reluctantly, I suppose he was a gentleman in the end, she had to say no twice. From there they went forward on the very schorly work

Posted: July 13th, 2005, 9:41 am
by Arcadia
rabbits always pets in a box or in farms
ready to be eaten
the nearest thing to a wandering rabbit
a southern mara
afraid of cars

Posted: July 14th, 2005, 11:48 am
by stilltrucking
The Jackal

oh yes dick in
but she changed her mind
her no sounded so sad
her face so sincere
I knew it was true
oh what a feeling
I remember how she put her bra on sitting there on the side of the bed. She knew it was going to be a long lonely time for me.
I last saw her in the sixties, she was pregnant, we were in the lobby of a movie theatre, I walked away and straight into a plate glass door, my skull gonged the the door

Bunny rabbit trail in New Mexicao, thousands of rabbits jumping running crossing the two lane road, wired on coffee, no doze, blue grass music, I dodged ever one


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Artist: Robert Earl Keen Tabs/Chords
Song: Armadillo Jackal Tab


Am G
The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows

F E
The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows

Am G
Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town

F E
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

Am G
I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad hiway

F E
Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey. I'm prayin'

Am G
"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"

F E
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.

Am G
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms;

F E
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.

Am G
I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo;

F E
They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas. I'm makin' lots o'dough.

Am C G D Am C G D
The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo

(after this use the same chord progression as the first verse)

Never sees me when I hit him with my brights. His life don't flash
Before his eyes, he's blinded by my lights and so I hit him with my
Bumper doin' sixty, sixty-five; they take 'em frozen down in Halletsville
They don't take 'em alive. The jackal cri....i....i...ied
The jackal cri....i....i...ied The jackal cried, "Look there's two of
Them a-walkin' down the line. I can't believe my luck tonight this here
Makes twenty-nine!" And so he rolled the first one runnin'. The second
Was too fast. His breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the
Gas. Good-God, his car was sideways flyin', when the bridge wall met his
Door. The impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor
Forevermore....or....or...ore Forevermore....or....or....ore
Forevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream; from
The speckled blood around his smile a-spewin' gasoline. And then he
Screamed his raspy epitaph, before he turned to flame: "They pay two-fifty
down in Halletsville.... I ain't the one to blame....."
Ain't it a sha....a....a...ame The jackal cri....i....i...ied
The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o
(repeat until fade)

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