Southpaw Jones

2009
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We ate chocolate by the pound
Pretty women danced around
All the men were pure and strong
The children sang a song
When a stranger came a’knockin’
We would offer him some wine
That’s how it was in 2009

Swirling chasms of dismay
Chunks of life in disarray
None of these could stake their claim
‘Cause we traded jobs & names
Yes, I had my cake, I ate it
And I still could call it mine
That’s how things worked in 2009

Robbing Peter to pay Paul
Doesn’t count as crime at all
‘Cause Peter doesn’t care
And everyone’s aware
That when you’re overdue
Paul takes a hammer to your spine
We played it safe in 2009

I was in a holding pattern
Far from any plan
You were in the patterns
On the ceiling
I was reaching for you
When I felt you touch my leg
Turning back I noticed you were kneeling
Good drugs that year

We ran circles round the youth
While they searched for larger truth
Who needs coffee and debate
When there’s strawberries on your plate
Why don’t you eat one up and tell me
If its random or design
Nobody cared in 2009

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