Tom Coleman (tomcoleman) Fri, 12 Nov 1999 22:37:48 CST (18 lines)
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and he sank beneath his wisdom like a [rolling]stone, for it was but a
thin [38mm]film rippling [in [steve]still[s] [roger]water[s] along on
the surface of a deep sea of [love] [joy] [madness] despair and the
[the] and the [carry that] weight [16 tons] of his [no] doubt was a
[eric] [beast of] burden with a [gentle] giant spike [elvis costello]
puncturing the veneer but the [general] public [enemy] didn't see it
the [aztec] camera [focus]ed on the little boat sailing merrily
[clayton] on, sails puffed [the magic dragon]up by the hot [curved]
air of opinion manipulators [guess] who would have [reason to]
believed it anyway one [is the loneliest] of those dirty [old town]
record [bad] company [all the young] dudes must have spiked his punch
with LSD or something or it was those damn hippy communist backup
musicians and TV execs that McCarthy failed to deliver to the gallows
they come down from LA [woman] to Nashville [cats] and dragged him
screaming [trees] at pitchfork [freedom at] point [zero] into their
[heaven or] hell but I don't know [something/] anything it would take
[five] a team of deep-sea [arc of a] divers to uncover the
[undisputed] truth blub blub gasp
