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Shadow Line Warnings

by Bill White

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Century 21 05:21
i feel the boots of the 20th century pressing on my neck tanks are rolling across my back get up all hands on deck saigon whores and jungle rot the flesh is cold but the blood is hot my legs are numb but i have to run all the way into century 21 space needles and a bubble ate her a monorail to the moon we will be living like the jetsons in candy-colored rooms our fingers have been walking through the yelllow pages like wishbones in the future shopping will be done with a typewriter and a telephone babies wont need a mother fathers wont need a son we will all be tied to an eye in the sky in century 21 no more animosity between the arabs and the jews since we signed the shanghai treaty that resolved conflicting views although its true the round earth goes around the sunstar every year its also true the earth is flat and never moves an inch the stars are pinned to the top of the sky illuminated by the sun i am following the future science of century 21 the earthquakes and the hurricanes and melting polar caps will cease and earth be stablized when we install the new sun app we will have no need for dictators, presidents, or kings the infallibility of man will deternine everything things as delicate as glass shall be strong as steel what has been inconceiveable in the future shall be real we will sail across the ocean on a floating train 1000 miles an hour faster than the speed of rain sign the paper, say the word your will shall be done follow me on the insect trail to century 21 sometimes you have to give up sometimes you have to give in people are gonna do what they wanna do you can stop it before they begin the way they relate is relatively chaste as if touch can be relative to tase and after all their infidelities immutible mutibilities at last they stand head to head death-in-life with the living dead together beneath a revolving sun more than 20 years into Century 21 we have to do away with love before we conquer hate freedom from emotion is the key to heavens gate pillow bots take the place of porn we fly to jupiter and are reborn there will be no hunger we will only eat for fun in our self-sustaining skin century 21 century 21 century 21
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dante crossed across the waves that never had been crossed having left the company of the lost in the land of the lost me i crossed the mississippi from missouri into tennessee carrying sixteen thousand gallons of untaxed gasoline if all you see is the view from the bridge there wont be much to see keep on looking at the view from the bridge it's likel y to be the only view you'll see one thing they saw when they stood on the moon was the sun as the sun really is it was a terrifying vision but they will never see the sun in the same way again if all you see is the view from the bridge there wont be much to see keep on looking at the view from the bridge it's likel y to be the only view you'll see when you consider all the images received from outer space john the revelator doesnt seem like such a nut case the greeks saw but 3 colors blue and green looked the same now many brand new colors await in outer space if all you see is the view from the bridge there wont be much to see keep on looking at the view from the bridge it's likel y to be the only view you'll see we learned to breathe above the sea our lungs still stiff with chalk too late for flight into northern lights above our seaside walk we are not astronomers watching the heavens from the earth we are the poets and prophets of yesterday watching the earth from the heavens if all you see is the view from the bridge there wont be much to see keep on looking at the view from the bridge it's likel y to be the only view you'll see
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robin was a raven in a black velvet cape she barely touched the ground before flying away fly raven fly beyond the black velvet sky from darkness paroled into the city of gold the sunset old we circle round to surround it sunrise rises to confound it and we are detained in the rush hour rain if you want to live there is no way you can die if you want to die thats when you have to learn to live though you be freezing in the rush hour rain in the rush hour rain the sky is paralyzed strangers become lovers and kiss beneath street llghts oh, to fall in love deathly unafraid as a dog who crosses a street in the rush-hour rain we had had so many lives now we have so many ghosts nomadic parasites remembering their hosts each one now stands alone in the rush hour rain
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blonde hair in your teeth lipstick on your fists she's scarred up from a bracelet you tightened on her wrist every highschool textbook tells of heroes like you and me juvenile delinquents fighting for their place in history and then i hear it coming from the voices of the maligned shadow line warnings unheeded by mankind we celebrate with wine when the truce is signed then cross the no mans' parallel and blow away the infidels what never makes the cut is the sickness in my gut the grand cootie campaign that laid eggs inside my brain and then i hear it coming from the voices of the maligned shadow line warnings unheeded by mankind i sit in the press box watching you on the gurney a lethal injection to speed you on your journey and on the road to the underworld when youth has passed its prime sing shadow line warnings unheeded by mankind and none have heard it too deaf and too unkind shadow line warnings against the cruelty of mankind
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she was eating polka dot popcorn and wearing a typerwriter dress her hair was curled with kanga pearls her shoes were tied with licorice she was standing at the bus stop between 3 and 4 am i told her id been looking for her all my life and asked her where she'd been she jumped into my taxi gave me her address and said, "drive. take whatever route you like, just get me home alive" as i drove, she told do me of her homeland where life was dingy and difficult to bear but every day you got through without getting killed \zzz\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\was a good day and nothing in either love or war was fair an american citizen of venezuelean descent she minded her own business enduring her torment we arrived at her address i saw her to the door she went inside, i drove away and never saw her no more with daylight came the newsboys who shouted out the news that an enemy of state was found shot dead in syracuse her face did not match the name on the list still the newspapers identified her as a domestic terrorist eating polka dot popcorn wearing a typerwriter dress her hair was curled with kanga pearls mingled with red licorice
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chorus pieces of me pieces of you the wind carries our secrets the rain buried the clues as i counted the streets i knew not whether i was in boston or seattle or what time my train would be leaving and if in fact had the fare as i arrived at a bridge i could not cross during the daylight hours because the ships passing beneath it were taller than the trees repeat chorus as i wandered through the rooms of my mother's house my dear mother, so long time departed sinatra still sang on the radio and the pans in the kitchen clattered repeat chorus
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never liked that song when it was on the radio but i miss the days when that sound was in the air you were on the stage and i was writng movies there was no denying we were quite a pair sometimes still ill buy a ticket for that train going out of town on the hudson line our old house in westchester is now completely empty but i like to pass it by from time to time we havent spoken in such a long time i suppose it is better that way somehow we have nothing left to say to each other considering the way we are now once again, it is the end of september when the sun goes down, i feel the chilly breeze the streets are alive with returning students leaves are falling from the trees you used to love that song when it was on the radio when i heat it now i always think of you and of those long lost days when we were so optimistic about who we were and what we were going to do
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love is a promise it can be broken or kept heart-pickers are cackling where the faithful wept i will not allow anything to tear me apart or those i love will sure ecape the sanctuary of my heart to complain that one is unloved is a complaint, as empty as the memories of a prisoner escaped when you cross your fingers be careful of your hands the truest lover is the lover who doesnt give a damn there is no limit to what such a person will do when they fall crazy-out-of-love with you i's all the same," she cries throwing herself to the street from the window she watches herself in defeat "we owe a debt to death" she had read in her book of sorrows. "if we do not pay today, he will come for it tomorrow.
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i have no key to lift again i have no will to be still again i sang the song of you and me in lines of phony poetry why go on, what's the use? im no poet and you're no muse still we are standing where we stand dripping and slipping into perilous sand our hearts remain hard our wounds never mend we dont pay for our sins we live with them i have no key to lift again i have no will to be still again
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the rusty wheels are making music as they roll on down the track dont know where it will take me or if ill be comin back but dont you worry sara jane its only a train you ask of me "why am i here?" "it is because i love you dear "why do you have to go away?" "because ive got a debt to pay. wintertime is coming the sun is going down whistle is blowing getting close to town but dont you worry sara jane its only a train " "i will never understand why was i born in this dark land" "you are here on this green and grassy ground to be loved and to spread your love around" now we have to say goodbye im sure you'll get along just fine i cant explain dont ask me why we'll meet up somewhere down the line in different seasons we take different routes one person comes in and another goes out everything waxes everything wanes so dont worry sara jane its only a train
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The End of Everything . i took out the trash then i put up the sign this house for sale and i went for a ride past vacant lots and boarded up stores places i loved and dont remember anymore This is the end of everything To hell with what tomorrow may bring The sun may shine The birds may sing But this is the end of everything i sold my old buick to joes used car lot then i threw away everything in the last years id bought threw my guitars in a pile gasoline and a match bought a ticket to nowhere chorus The children had gone I swept out the nest when they were through with me I let go of them i had given my love from here to yesterday they grew up and left now I sweep myself away the end of the road just a dirt trail i walk across rocks then the rocks disappear nothing ahead nothing behind i am walking on air and was out of there fast past the end of the line
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ive had good times and bad times crashed many a nest there were plenty who had loved me but none said "god bless you" when i left ive played the blues and rock an roll i never would have guessed id wake up cold and old and lonely and terrified like all the rest "see you later alligator" "after a while crocodile" there was humor in the parting but no "god bless you" in her smile i was never the kind a girl would marry but i prepared them for the wobbly bed but they never said "god bless you " in the morning at most they sometimes said "who has seen a fart? neither you nor i farts emenate from pyramids through one suspended eye" some men dont get the message we are only gigilos why should women say "god bless you" when weve brought them down so low? maybe when we die we return to the sea every fish that does not eat us says "may god bless you and me there are beanstalks we can climb their roots strangle the vines of the tree that is true life may god bless us all in time yeah ive had good times and bad times crashed many a nest there were plenty who had loved me but none said "god bless you" when i left

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released July 22, 2022

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