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Artista:
Calexico
Album:
Spoke
Titolo:
Spokes
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Started talking
to a couple of wedded strangers
sitting down on motorcycles
who passed on the highway
stepped into
the service station
took a piss, got water
bought fuel to ride
blood is flowing
and mountains are blurring
there is something stirring
way down inside
barely know
my homebase home
seems i’m rarely there
for any share of time
the neighborhood’s the same
they all remember my name
holding no reservations
the newness is wearing in
checked my eyes to see if they had spokes
see if they are moving
see if they had spokes
see if there is somewhere else to ride
barely know
my airbase home
seems i’m rarely there
for any share of time
before i ride
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