I spent a holiday alone in the dark,
Trying to read the news,
And I caught my shadow speaking old African languages again.

Went to a party at the funeral home,
Out on the city limits,
Me and the skeletons were hanging around the back too tired to dance.

And I thought the railroad was an old time machine,
And I got on and wished real hard,
And me and John we spent the day trapped at the bottom of a glass.

I was reduced to a repeating line of code,
Numbers in a computer,
And I followed circuits to the main frame and eventually got lost.

Guess I am not cut out to be, a program,
Guess I am not cut out to be, a gunman,
Guess I am not cut out to be, six feet under ground,
Guess I am not cut out to be, anything at all.
Anything at all.


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    General CommentPer the "Grandfather" page on SimpleStereo.com:

    I spent a holiday alone in the dark,
    Trying to read the tea leaves
    And I caught my shadow speaking old African languages again

    Went to a party at the funeral home,
    Out on the city limits
    Me and the skeletons were hanging 'round the back too tired to dance

    And I thought the railroad was an old time-machine,
    And I got on and wished real hard
    And me and John Wayne spent the day trapped at the bottom of a glass

    I was reduced to a repeating line of code,
    Numbers in a computer
    And I followed circuits through the mainframe and eventually got lost

    Guess I am not cut out to be a program
    Guess I am not cut out to be a gunman
    Guess I am not cut out to be six feet under ground
    Guess I am not cut out to be anything at all
    Anything at all
    crstlbllron December 13, 2011   Link

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