Friday, April 19, 2013

"Do you have fifty cents?" "Who do you think I am, Bill Gates? Of course I don't have fifty cents." April 19, 2013

From the album Baseball, released 2001
"Here comes the sadness that I miss so much/ that lonely aching comes from every touch/ I've grown accustomed to the grays and blacks/ 'cause they're always coming back/ sit down for supper won't you dine with me/ or can't you handle seeing all I see/ I've grown too colorblind to cease my bitchin'/ and I've grown to love the pain/ and I move too slow/ and I think too fast...
/here comes a view I've seen a million times/ and here comes a boring song with thoughtless rhymes/ I know you're sick of me so tell me here/ because you could have been the one to make it all disappear/ but I move too slow/ and I think too fast"

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