Nothing spacial, mundane life brought out, recorded, coiled together, looking for interest in daily life, trying to improve skills, learn new ones.
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A few lyrics from SHE RIDES A HARLEY DAVIDSON by Neil Young Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair Flyin’ in the wind She’s been runnin’ half her life The chrome and steel she rides Collidin’ with the very air that she breathes The air
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THIS OLD GUITAR NEIL YOUNG This old guitar ain’t mine to keep Just taking care of it now It’s been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It’s been up and down the country roads It’s brought a tear and a smile It’s seen its share of dreams and hopes And
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PICK UP TRUCK (Partial Lyrics) Shane Yellowbird me and my old pickup truck these days we dont pick up much but i know in a while we’ll be driving in style crawling on out of this truck i’m sure we’ll be rolling again someday soon somewhere around the bend i know we’ll
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I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape Jean-Paul Sartre (1905–1980), French novelist, dramatist, philosopher, political activist.
What armies and how much of war I have seen, what thousands of marching troops, what fields of slain, what prisons, what hospitals, what ruins, what cities in ashes, what hunger and nakedness, what orphanages, what widowhood, what wrongs and what vengeance Clara Barton (1821–1912), U.S. Civil
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The first in time and the first in importance of the influences upon the mind is that of nature. Every day, the sun; and after sunset, night and her stars. Ever the winds blow; ever the grass grows. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Oration, August 31, 1837, delivere
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Ridin’ The Rails (LYRICS BY K.D. LANG) Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Hobo is my game B & O’s my middle name I’m goin’ where that whistle wails And that’s why I’m ridin’ the rails Hoboken, New York, PA 60 seconds is all I’ll stay K
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Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, Until she cam to the miller’s dam. Oxford Book of English Verse – Author Uknown
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