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Edgar Allan Poe's tell-tale heart and his dream of America

The Grateful Dead saying what us Europeans left unsaid

The wide open prairie and the Atlantic-Pacific highway 

'I did it my way'.

The meatyards of Chicago, the 'meatyards' of Detroit

Capitalism plus murder 'The American Dream'

Mine's The Velvet Underground, Sylvia Plath in tow

Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home.

From Puritan believer to the 'big-hair man'

Radio jocks argue with the wind

And in a sort of Stephen King, spooky way

We always end-up just where we begin.

◄ Roll Away the Stone

Dance, dance ►


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