Difference between revisions of "Alexis Callahan/Introduction"

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''Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift''<br>
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'"'Alas, alas, Sal. It's not me, I'm drunk. But my soul talking direct soul language, so to speak, to my deepest blood brother and holy goof, that's you. And to be formal and analytical about it, let me objectify the characteristics I miss the most of you. Number 1 your conversation. Number 2 your brotherly smile, man. But I shall go on, so to close and get the gist Denver waits for you. Carlo in his damp grotto and clowned misery to use a paradox of expression waits for you, so get on it! Be quick and hurry to me, no delay. Bring Paradise to Denver. Bring Paradise to Denver. And I love you as ever. Dean, Drunk."''<br>
''Neath the cement stroll''<br>
 
''Catch the midnight drift''<br>
 
''Cigar chewing charlie''<br>
 
''In that newspaper nest''<br>
 
''grifting hot horse tips''<br>
 
''On who's running the best''<br>
 
  
''And I'm blinded by the neon''<br>
 
''Don't try and change my tune''<br>
 
''Cause I thought I heard a saxophone''<br>
 
''I'm drunk on the moon''<br>
 
 
''And the moon's a silver slipper''<br>
 
''It's pouring champagne stars''<br>
 
''Broadway's like a serpent''<br>
 
''Pulling shiny top-down cars''<br>
 
''Laramer is teeming''<br>
 
''With that undulating beat''<br>
 
''And some Bonneville is screaming''<br>
 
''It's way wilder down the street''<br>
 
 
''Hearts flutter and race''<br>
 
''The moon's on the wane''<br>
 
''Tarts mutter their dream hopes''<br>
 
''The night will ordain''<br>
 
''Come schemers and dancers''<br>
 
''Cherry delight''<br>
 
''As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound''<br>
 
''And it cuts throught the night''<br>
 
 
''And I've hawked all my yesterdays''<br>
 
''Don't try and change my tune''<br>
 
''Cause I thought I heard a saxophone''<br>
 
''I'm drunk on the moon ''<br>
 
 
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Revision as of 20:01, 22 June 2018

'"'Alas, alas, Sal. It's not me, I'm drunk. But my soul talking direct soul language, so to speak, to my deepest blood brother and holy goof, that's you. And to be formal and analytical about it, let me objectify the characteristics I miss the most of you. Number 1 your conversation. Number 2 your brotherly smile, man. But I shall go on, so to close and get the gist Denver waits for you. Carlo in his damp grotto and clowned misery to use a paradox of expression waits for you, so get on it! Be quick and hurry to me, no delay. Bring Paradise to Denver. Bring Paradise to Denver. And I love you as ever. Dean, Drunk."