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Turn up that song on the radio
Drive around
Not really going anywhere
Like we even care

Don't remember ever even asking you
Gonna keep on doing what we wanna do
It’s true
Don't care if anyone approves

Radio
Radio

Sing along with the songs on the radio
Street lights
Whizzing by up above our heads
Gonna live before we're dead

Not really anywhere that we gotta be
Care free, no responsibilities
Tonight
Only one thing on our minds
Party Time

Radio
Radio

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With Ghosts

"The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" is a poem by Randall Jarrell, about the death of a gunner in a Sperry ball turret on a World War II American bomber aircraft.

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner

Doom Prophecy

Replacement

Theres was a man,
Who sailed to sea,
What the fuck he could be any body,
He could be me,
But i'm not he. 

Oh theres a place, 
Where i could go, 
Im just making sure that you're the one who knows.
I'll never though.
Unless i'm shown. 

Oh there's a land.
Not far away.
They keep a Watch over the things you do and say.
Oh they know 
So you stay. 

In your mind,
You hide away.
They say youre better off with devil's than to pray.
The ones you know.
Are here to stay. 

Over hills across the oceans 
Ever westward pushing on
Over feilds and through the forest
Ever westward pushing on
Over hills across the mountains 
Ever westward pushing on.
Over wasteland over desert
Ever westward pushing on.
Over frozen waste and tundra
Ever westward pushing on.
Over hills across the oceans.
Ever westward pushing on. 

Here they come 
From the east.
Taking over but they're doing it in peace.
Unleash the beast.
Cut loose the leash. 

You see the hill,
You look around,
You see you're floating on the earth that's spinning round.
You feel the ground.
The world goes round. 

No ones in charge,
No one can be,
When each and every  one of us is free.
You are not me.
Could never be. 

Forget it all,
Forget the sun,
The day is done,
But you don't have to tell no one.
Here they come. 

Oh look the stars,
That one there is procyon,
It shines like the tip 
of a diamond in the winter sky,
Just over there,
the red top of orion,
That means that it's cold,
And the end could be nigh.
The bottom is propped up,
By the bright shining dog star,
Sending people mad,
Making other folk glad,
And boring into your minds eye. 

They rise in the east,
And they go somewhere that way.
But one these nights,
They'll no longer be light.
When they end for you personally. 

A space is a spade,
And a shovels a shovel,
A stars just a point
Of light in the sky.

Memories From Somewhere

Juan Sebastian Varmon

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