LOOK AWAY

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    • music4me64
    • spending more time playing my guitar than writing.

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    I WROTE THIS IN 1987 AT BUSH WILDLIFE PRESERVE ST CHARLES MO.
    SITTING OUT IN THE WOODS PLAYING MY GUITAR AND SINGING SONGS WITH MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THIS IS JUST ONE OF THE SONGS WE WROTE THAT DAY. A MEMORY I HOLD CLOSE.

    LOOK AWAY

    LOOK AWAY
    I KNOW YOU DONT SEE ANY TEARS TODAY
    THE RAIN HAS GONE AND WASHED AWAY MY MEMORY
    WELL IM ONE IN THE SAME
    IM LOOKING FOR A WAY TO WONDER
    WILL I EVER BE DANCING IN THE MEADOW
    LOOKING OVER FIELDS I KNOW
    IS THIS MY LAST CIGARETTE TODAY
    AND WILL I BE HITCHIN ANOTHER RIDE
    WHY DO THEY SAY THE SUN JUST NEVER SHINES
    WHEN I SEE IT OVER THERE
    IT REMINDS ME OF YOU
    IS THIS MY LAST BREATH I'LL TAKE TODAY
    OR WILL I BE HITCHIN ANOTHER RIDE
    IM ON THE ROAD AGAIN
    IM ON THE ROAD MY FRIEND
    IM ON THE ROAD I MUST BEGIN AGAIN
    IM ON THE ROAD
    MY FRIEND

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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