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Song 1
Sorta Blues
Day 1
10/5/09

Oh off I-75
Theres a beating and breathing
A begging to come inside

And it asks not are you young
And it asks not are you old
It just to be let inside
to become a ghost

Oh Alachua you’re dead
He said Oh Alachua you’re dead
Oh Alachua you’re dead
He said Oh Alachua you’re dead

And the mourners grieve their loss
Wrapped up in the claws
Of the Spanish moss

And the blind poets
Of the MFA Laureates
All laud the crtics of praise
But the deaf homeless man
Doesn’t say anything of truth
He just strums away on a
Wine bottle guitar

Singin:

Oh Alachua you’re dead
He said Oh Alachua you’re dead
Oh Alachua you’re dead
He said Oh Alachua you’re dead

OHHHHHHH