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Lost Salt

from Nothing In Particular by Adam Balbo

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My lady friend’s in summer’s heat.
The son of a bitch threw bleeping bleeps at me.
I’m out the door, in my sheets, naked, tired, sore, and beat.
And there I am, just a looking down the street.

Where’re my clothes? I’m worn and poor.
She ain’t with me anymore.
I feel sick on refried dreams.
The dog who barks is fast asleep.
And the moonbeams are running out of batteries.

All the prophets have been shot.
The hoodlums voice is falling apart.
I’ll wait for you ‘til one o’clock, ‘til your flint-shaped eyes give me a spark.
My torch is out. I’m feeling around the dark.

All the boardrooms have been closed.
They went to lunch a month ago.
And the singers here got frozen feet. At the alter, they left honesty.
She made the plane, though they raised security.

My nickel-plated pistol gun
is made of wax and made for fun.
The horse rode west, now is done. He sat to rest found he was shunned.
The plateau tree is gotta be where he’s bound to run.

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from Nothing In Particular, released March 1, 2001

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