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Something Isn't Happening - Latin Quarter

"His eyes are dry, his skin's like nicotine In lines that stretch to spell where youth has been This epitaph in smoke has wreathed the door You sense how much this air's been breathed before Something"

Race Me Down - Latin Quarter

"Don't walk, don't walk it says but he can't ride Not while his only living relative's inside Who couldn't pay his way and couldn't pay his fines His spirit stretched like gum between the 'stop' signs The"

It Makes My Heart Stop Speaking - Latin Quarter

"Another day, another day with the excluded Under pressure, under-paid, the 'underclass' In all the words there's only this to be concluded There is no mystery, there's no unholy ghost Just those who have"

Toulouse - Latin Quarter

"It's a life-time from the leather stalls The Berbers and bazaars Down through every measured movement In the making of the cars. And it doesn't pay much And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside And"

America For Beginners - Latin Quarter

"What's keeping the White House white Is it chalk, Is it fog, Is it fear? Are they staying up most of the night And sending somebody out for a beer? Is it bed-time for Bonzo? Is it time for a change? Is"

New Millionaires - Latin Quarter

"You can spend a cheque in a morning And go hungry the same afternoon. Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm Are the quarters of the moon. You know for every one way to sit up There must"

Truth About John - Latin Quarter

"He lays a sheet if white paper On a gravy stained table He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. He turns "Imagine" up loud He knows that face and that cloud And he don't stop counting While he's"

Seaport September - Latin Quarter

"Feel that wet concrete through the seat of your jeans No cab-fare, just the cold air You're a man without means. A bank roll lighter and light years older Someone's hand was in your pocket While they cried"

No Rope As Long As Time - Latin Quarter

"Old Afrikaner farmer on the terrace of his home Sits gently in his rocking chair, gazing at this land he owns. There he sees his memories and there his past There he smiles his grim smile, strokes his"

Eddie - Latin Quarter

"Looking at the water Through the spaces of an iron-ore train The water eddies round the rushes And Eddies round at my house, insane. The breakers in the distance Cut the air like the crackle of a CB rig. They"

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