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Post flow flow my dome is still steaming Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming The city sky is starless on foot because I'm carless But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest That I've gone I move on kept company by neon Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon Fifty in my pocket not much but I can't knock it Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes The Fingers kept it live the energy never died It wouldn't be denied 214 Burnside We kept their heads moving even kids outside You can see them on the street through the stage door gate Ten o'clock even when it gets late Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play I'll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray Take me back to the X-Ray My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through My toes are past numb we've got a hundred more to do They're only getting wetter got to get another up Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut Tack tack tack down the right then the left side If you see Five-O then you'd better step hide Wait until they pass and come around the block again Time to go back to work before this late night ends Over on my left he's holding up another poster Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to His index finger as his breath lingers in the air Water trickles up his arm he doesn't seem to care He doesn't wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper On a late night caper with a state of the art stapler Damn it's getting cold but still we've got to pass the word Plastering the poles from Hawthorne to twenty third But not in front of Fred's or Crocodile they'll tear them down And never cover the X-Ray's 'cause they support the sound Luke will tack it back if it belongs to a friend But if you cover his you'll never see your shit again so watch your Posters... Here we go again after the show again I've got to hit the Streets work my feet and get my flow again All alone and then I feel the pavement on my aching feet Dawn will come before this trip's complete Concrete and light rain stain the city I was born in I hardly feel alive as the horizon whispers morning Walking on train tracks from halls where the name's at I wanted to clear my head but once again all of the pain's back I'm torn between the place I'm in and where I want to be Faith won't wait kid so what's it gonna be Forget it and let it go take no as the answer Or if you choose to do it better get serious as cancer But see I took a peek and looked deep into it And after what I saw I'm not so sure I should pursue it Still I know a half-step is likely to be my last step And playing live beats nine to fives so thrive or hit the casket
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