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<\/p>\nSunday night. Monday blues hours away. Random thoughts. Random shots. Random words.<\/p>\n
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A ‘photo’ taken with a photocopier<\/em><\/p>\n Asleep at the wheel by Wallflowers<\/strong> Do you ever stop to count all the invitations Do you ever stop to look over old relations, Asleep at the wheel, He’s kept alive in the chain of mental starvation, Asleep at the wheel, With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion, Asleep at the wheel, Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin’ Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean, Asleep at the wheel, Sunday night. Monday blues hours away. Random thoughts. Random shots. Random words. A ‘photo’ taken with a photocopier Asleep at the wheel by Wallflowers words and music by Jakob Dylan Do you ever stop to count all the invitations At the end of the day when it comes down to … <\/p>\n
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\nwords and music by Jakob Dylan<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAt the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
\nOf dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
\nAll these sugars with no vitamin sensation.<\/p>\n
\nOr look to the belly of another one’s emotions,
\nSomeone young in the winds of a revolution
\nTrying to save his face in the evolution.<\/p>\n
\nNo windshield,
\nBut you know that the streets
\nHere don’t change.<\/p>\n
\nBone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
\nUnlike you who seem bred from corruption
\nFeeding off the plates of an ununited nation.<\/p>\n
\nNo windshield,
\nBut you know that the streets
\nHere don’t change.<\/p>\n
\nTo be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
\nShe’ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby’s complexion
\nThen she’ll laugh at you and your sexual invention.<\/p>\n
\nDevoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
\nWith a face full of mud even though you were only joking
\nAs if you really understood the value of isolation.<\/p>\n
\nNo windshield,
\nBut you know that the streets
\nHere don’t change.<\/p>\n
\nEvery smile you give’s just to keep your mouth from closin’
\nEvery engine burns as a sign of the explosion
\nLocked in neutral your engines are broken.<\/p>\n
\nLike the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
\nYou can color in the lines of mother earth’s addictions,
\nAnd not hold a gun in the face of the Earth’s abduction<\/p>\n
\nNo windshield,
\nBut you know that the streets
\nHere don’t change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"