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The Lawrence Arms A Guided Tour Of Chicago

he shuffled up a pair of surfer slippers and an old tweed blazer. asked you for a quarter and you looked the other way. he leaned up against the tow

salivating mouths in a square room, doors pocked. once again i'm alone inside a crowd, a misplaced throw, a misplaced swing and everything unfolds. a

signs were in your eyes, above and beyond your large share in hollywood. you were a wolf in sheeps clothing to a wolf and a people and your bad actions

piled on tables, up on scales, into bags. latenight beer and smoke, too sleepy and awake. crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine, cloths from a streetcart

stones. neon skies open up three saturdays a month. the air in uptown swells. the windowpanes can go to hell slow summer walking through a bad neighborhood

tonight 'll sit around pushing my shit down the drain, using a plunger and a clothespin while i wrangle wiht the chain. tonight i'll have potato chips

snowpiles all around. i don't know if i can make it throughone more winter in this town. voted worst in show the last two years. i got a refill on my

piled on tables, up on scales, into bags. latenight beer and smoke, too sleepy and awake. crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine, cloths from a streetcart

everything and nothing has failed. no need to wait for tomorrow, cuz everything is blowing up today. the grass beneath my feet is a synthesized version of the work of a