I’ve been thinking a lot about Nikola Tesla and his rock doves, especially the one he loved. Retire is around that same place.
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I could use a shave and a glass of wine and an iron slug
I could make it if I don’t die before it’s Christmas time in my iron lung
I used to be a Ballerino
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
I used to dance and pirouette
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
I could use an alphabet to write the words that I don’t know
I could use an icicle to throw at places that I can’t go
I used to walk around the park
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
I used to strip off all the bark
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
When I think of days gone by tomorrow’s always looked the same
Used to be I tapped for keeps and played Libson in the rain
I used to dance and pirouette
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
I could write an alphabet
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
Thursday’s overdone
Friday’s dried to the bone
I think it’s all been done
It’s overdone in my opinion
I’m canceling my subscription plan to the Palm Beach Post
I’m selling all my sausages and collecting my returns in buttered toast
I never made the right mistakes, I never made it past that margin of error
This last ones for God’s own boys may they rest in peace of terra firma
I used to dance and pirouette
I’m telling you
I’m telling you
I could write an alphabet
I’m telling you
I’m telling you