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Hierarchy(Steve
Moore, Mark Turner) Pettiness
plays on the inside; She
washes her hands in a basin of salt. The
cleansing, the seasoning, The
ritual of reasoning. Solitude
waits on the outside. The
young kid scours the subways, Hip
and hungry, searching for pray, The
stalking, fulfilling, The
hunger, the killing. Then
catches a movie at Jill's place. My
friend he picks up his blues harp. He
plays to the East, he plays for the West. He'll
play Little Walter, If
you toss him a quarter. My
friend he plays his Blues Harp. © 1991 The Breeze |
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