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Of Dreams and Obscurity (Other) by wilco

Holding on for dear life from the edge of a jagged cliff whilst Johnny Cash plays ring of fire on an out of tune guitar. Greeting the end of the world from a box seat at Wrigley whilst passing a joint to the gathering people on the green lawn. Smoking the last cigarette from a pack of Camel Lights whilst a drunken leprechaun dances a jig and bleeds blue shamrocks. Standing on the banks of the Mississippi river at night whilst the moon dangles lazily on a line and falls into the water. Are these the dreams of a seriously disturbed gentleman, or the ramblings of an inebriated Irishman who grew too tall to leap?

wilco 23-Apr-04/9:53 PM
Of course. They are a constant source of inspiration to me. I must graciously extend my most humble apologies if I have offended you with my question. I suppose that I didn't understand that you were referring to yourself. :o)




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