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Paul Duane@paulduane.bsky.social |
This is, I would argue, one of the great lyrics of the 1970s.
"Writing out your memoirs on some window in the frost,
Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost
Hauled in by the Metro for killing time & pain
With the Singin' Brakeman screaming through your brain."
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Paul Duane
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He was also a very funny guy, as I heard when someone brought up his love of Cuban cigars & accused him of hypocrisy for being anti-Castro. Kinky said "I don't think of it as buying his cigars, I think of it as burning his fields."
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