Lyrics:
PITT
25th, September 1967
Dear Sandra
When I called in this, my manager's office
A few moments ago I was handed my
Very first American fan letter
man sits by the gate she's driving through
Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I
the rest
They send home the slates.
It took six months from the Cobh,
Another six by land,
But the pay is good,
And as I should
I'll send home
Yesterweek, a letter came in for me
It read U.S. draft
I knew it was my righteous obligation
To throw it in the trash
I'll fulfill my duties
They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, should not, or could not do, say this right here!
Well I'm movin' down to Florida.
And you know
precious
But not as much as my necklace
That shit was gifted to me by the woman
Who's never complacent and never so reckless
I still keep the letters she
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes,
I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I
the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
whore reaction
Song scored and performed by Amdusias
Say I did, do I never
Light the candle, write the letter
"Have you heard of Crowley?"
Morphic
the wheel of a colt 45
With a clip full of ether and a bucket full of gas
And a belly full of turpentine
Tommy made sure there was no one in danger
By
Sitting by the window of this broken-down hotel,
Trying to write a letter just to show you that I'm well,
But I've been watching all the people
And advice from Tokyo Rose
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell
What don't we get?
You know darn well
We got nothing to put
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
my time outside, now each time I feel the sun a little kind
Time has shown that I’ll be fine and rearrange me, kick me and all ‘til I get by
Yes, I
The form letter that's written by the big computers (and infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs (you lose) and the kids with no moms (we win)
And I'm fearful
day
She'll get some kind of letter
Well you don't hold much
If you haven't got the heart
She rubs it out, she covers it over
She's harder by
Wrote this letter for you
Wrote this letter
Wrote this letter for you
Wrote this letter
I wrote this letter for you
Wrote this letter
I wrote this
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
than me
I pass by love's window
Early and late
The look that she gave me
It made my heart break
The look that she gave me
Ten thousand kill
She
for a second
I fell for the scam like the rest
You think it's funny, to make your money
By telling your lies.
Crawl back under your stone!
I
to hide your eyes from the sun
And in your world the strong survive
But I won't take my body down
Yeah, by the time they get your letter of explanation
like we're trying to kill our own kind
By fuckin' each other with out protection
Just fuckin' ... and lack of selection
'Cause sex is alive in both
divine, one of a kind. Realize this ain't no love letter
That wasn't love that was loneliness. No love letter
You not the only one I hurt. I guess that's
Atlantic
I sit alone as the night goes by
Stare at the phone and wait for your reply
CHORUS:
Long long distance love affair, I can't find you anywhere
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