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gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love
-"Screenwriters Blues" Soul Coughing
Mid-level manager, says he heard about
Some mulatto girl, shot him in the mouth
And left him a hotel near the mid-south offices
He worked in distribution, regional vice-president
-"Collapse" Soul Coughing
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver's liscense
- "True Dreams of Witchita" Soul Coughing
You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station
Oh he's like milk to you half swedish and half asian
- "St. Louise is Listening" Soul Coughing
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Howard Moon: The wind is my only friend.
Wind: [whistling] I hate you.
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