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NIGHT MOVES
Bob Seger
I was a little too tall could've used a few pounds
tight pants points hardly reknown
she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
and points all her own sitting way up high
way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
workin' on mysteries without any clues
workin' on our night moves
tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
workin' on our night moves
in the summertime in the sweet summertime
We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
we weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
we were just young and restless and bored livin' by the sword
and we steal away every chance we could
to the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
but neither one cared we were gettin' our share
workin' on our night moves
tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
workin' on our night moves
and it was summertime
And oh the wonder
we felt the lightning and we waited on the thunder
waited on the thunder
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
how far off I sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
when you just don't seem to have as much to lose
strange how the night moves
with autumn closing in
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done."
- Robert S. McNamara
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"We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches...
We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles."
- Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message"
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never wrestle with a pig.
you both get dirty;
the pig likes it.
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