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Friday morning music......


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And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands.......
Your getting too good Mr.BT.....
Try this one....

When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
Putz,You an old hippie?.............

Here's one.....

I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don't know, but the little girls understand

When everybody's tryin' to sleep
I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go

I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don't know, but little girls understand
Doors again have to work on moving battery from trunk to under passenger seat. Don't like current location next to new RPM gas tank or any gas tank for that matter.
Sorry Mr. Putz.....Not the doors....
Back oak arkansas
Sorry San-i-T
Written and sung by Willie Dixon.....

been done by others but he was the first

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