THIRTY YEARS AGO TODAY...


the whole world was walking pretty.

...my life, my passions for art and poetry and music, and the entire landscape of American rock & roll were forever changed.

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The screen door slammed. Mary's dress waved. The radio played.

The night was dark, but the sidewalk was bright and lined with the light of the living. The world was busting at its seams. Heaven was waiting down on the tracks. At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damned city crying.

That thunder in your heart at night when you were kneeling in the dark said you were never gonna leave her. This angel in her eyes told such desperate lies, all you wanted to do was believe her. The night was gonna be everything that you said.

There was a barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge, drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain. Lonely hearted lovers struggled in dark corners, desperate as the night moved on. In just one look, and a whisper, they were gone.

The highway jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive. Everybody was out on the run, but there was no place left to hide. You were pulling out of here to win. You were gonna get to that place where you really wanted to go, and you'd walk in the sun.

'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.

Posted: Thu - August 25, 2005 at 08:34 AM          

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