Learning To Fly

We are well aware of
All the things you've done
Grifting...insurance and tax fraud every day
And we wonder when Leticia James
Is going to indict you
Or if the 1/6 committee refers you
To the DOJ

Incarceration
Incarceration
Is waiting for you
Rudy and Sydney too

I can't tell you
How good it feels
To watch you sweat
Cuz there ain't no Immunity
Left anyway
And the SCOTUS voted
8 to 1 to let those pages go
And I'm thinking about
The sentence you will get

Incarceration
Incarceration
They'll put you away
There you will stay

And tomorrow your lawyers
Might all quit together
Knowing that you won't pay
Them anyway
Now your freedom it slips away
Before your eyes right now
So you better prepare as
These are your final days

These are your final days
So you better beware cuz
These are your final days
These are your final days
These are your final days
These are your final days
These are...your final days

Incarceration

My Home Town

I channeled the Hugo Montenegro version of this classic from the 1960's.

Theme from "The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly"

I love this song.

Tom had a knack for taking four chords, adding a killer lyric, and churning out a masterpiece. He is sorely missed. This song, in my opinion, is one such song. The lyric is so relatable. I changed two words in the last verse as they apply directly to me. 

Let me run with you tonight
I'll take you on a moonlight ride
There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me

People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
A memory and a dream

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go
And you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me

My old man was born to rock
He's still tryin' to beat the clock
Think of me what you will
I've got a little space to fill

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go
And you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me

You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels
No, you don't know how it feels to be me

You Don't Know How It Feels

We had broken up for good just an hour before,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And now I'm staring at the bodies as they're dancing 'cross the floor.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And then the band slowed the tempo, and the music gets you down.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
It was the same old song, with a melancholy sound.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don't write 'em like that anymore.
They just don't write 'em like that anymore.

We'd been living together for a million years,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
But now it feels so strange out of the atmospheres.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And then the jukebox plays a song I used to know.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
And now I'm staring at the bodies as they're dancing so slow.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don't write 'em like that anymore.
They don't write 'em like that anymore.

Mmmm, now?
I wind up staring at an empty glass
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Cause it's so easy to say that you'll forget your past.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

They don't write 'em like that anymore.
No, they just don't write 'em like that anymore.
Oh, they don't write 'em like that anymore.
They just don't write 'em like that anymore.
They just don't, no they don't, no no, uh-uh,
They just don't write 'em like that anymore.

Incarceration

tomasB

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