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TW: She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors and a sewing machine |
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in the back |
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KN: Thousand bing bangs near the end. Nothing's ever what it was |
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TW: And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up |
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front on the hood |
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KN: Had myself a kind of brainstorm. Took a table spoon of buzz |
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TW: And she had a tattoo gun that she'd made herself from a cassette |
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motor and a guitar string |
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KN: X-ray eyes can see right through me. Naked thought, put on your |
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clothes |
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TW: And she always had leaves in her hair |
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KN: You hear that funny laughing? Just the caw of ancient crows |
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TW: And she cut two holes in the back of her dress, cause she had these |
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scapular wings |
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KN: Somewhere near the raveled edges, by the pool of Think-a-Bit |
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TW: And they were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when |
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she got good and drunk she would sing |
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KN: Once again the notion hits me: Half is quite a bit of wit |
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TW: About Elkhart, Indiana, where the wind is tall and folks mind their |
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own business |
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KN: Power up that upper story. Ten percent is all you use |
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TW: And she had a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids, and |
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she collected bones of all kinds |
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KN: Take a flight of simple fancy. You're the one who has to choose |
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TW: And she lived in a trailer under the bridge, and she made her own |
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whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids |
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KN: Okay. All right for you. Look into the tiger's eye |
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TW: And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times, and she |
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hated the mention of rain |
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KN: See if you can see the desert. Pour a drink, my throat is dry |
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TW: And she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots. She |
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could fix anything with string |
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KN: Poetry ain't gonna catch me. Climb up this high plateau |
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TW: And her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man, |
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and she smelled like nutmeg and piss |
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KN: Finish up what you were thinking, just a day or so ago |
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TW: And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the crick, and she gave me |
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my very first kiss |
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KN: Illustrate for visionaries: Go buy a doodle pad. Basically |