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Troops Fly Out

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Sneak a wink from my life so I can cease from a blink

Orange dreams of eighties memories

Sundown warm summers glow

Been away so long from dusk till dawn but no tomorrow

 

Down the lane to the old shore

Yellow linoleum cracking floors

I look behind to an old open door

I walk inside to see a sign,

“Condemned, do not operate under penalty of law”

and no power at all 

 

That’s the way life was 

But we sure weren’t poor

That’s the way life was

But heaven knows for sure

 

Memories all night long of songs from the Headbangers Ball

Nothing in the frig but old fish and Arthur Treacher's chips

Selling drugs, MESCALINE, manifest energy 

I saw a picture of you, a photograph hanging on the wall

I took it down and found a life’s worth lost

Images of you projected on the floor

Masked essence at what cost

I feel alone in this old house,

but your soul permeates throughout

 

That’s the way life was 

But we sure weren’t poor

That’s the way life was

But heaven knows for sure

 

Rays dancing through windowless walls

Fractured sunlight streaks on dirty halls

I feel the beating of the house from a double dripping tap

The tick of the house can never feel years

It doesn’t know tears or fears

But life has sprung from these hollowed halls

 

Now can’t take the banality of life

Like watching a diving show as troops fly out

Its getting heavy tonight

Like that last tour flight

Many roads of despair have been paved with good intentions 

They reseed into dead-ends, over cliffs, or sharp edges

 

That’s the way life is

But I’m sure not torn

That’s life as it is

But only I know for sure

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