April 2012
37 posts
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 29th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 26th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 22nd
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ListenWrote this in the airport in Chicago about a girl...
Apr 21st
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Apr 21st
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Apr 21st
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Apr 20th
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Airport.
Looked death in the eye today, on a 3:50 flight, She was pail and decrepit, sure was a sight.  She wore an elaborate headdress and, sandals too tight,  She was a baby to her mother, she was an angel in flight. She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light. Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be back home and she will be dead. ...
Apr 20th
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“He was my bosom buddy friend to the end, one of the last true great spirits of...”
– Bob Dylan, In response to the passing of Levon Helm. 
Apr 20th
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Apr 19th
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Apr 18th
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Apr 17th
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Apr 16th
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Apr 16th
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Apr 16th
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Apr 15th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 12th
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Apr 10th
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Apr 9th
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Apr 8th
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Apr 5th
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ListenBlood on the Tracks.
Apr 4th
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Apr 4th
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Apr 3rd
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“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,...”
– On The Road
Apr 2nd
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A mountain town we’re in.  Ain’t no sign of sin.  Off to the races and back again. We’re hiding from the fire lit din.
Apr 2nd
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Apr 2nd
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