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Michael McGuire
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Weak Signal
I've been wasting time,
At the Hollow Vine,
Dead on my feet,
On a drop-dead street,
Moving way too fast,
Thru a slow motion past,
I ride the crest,
Of an age old quest,
No way you can get free,
Without the skeleton key,
She is too elusive,
To leave evidence that's conclusive,
You must pay the fiddler,
Before you can even see the riddler,
You must take the price,
And multiply it twice,
They're burning sacred heart,
In leu of her false start,
She has a master collection,
Of the art of poor-perfection,
I know the real reason,
That she dances out of season,
Her purpose is to tease,
With promises to please,
Lead us not into frustration,
Or we'll succumb to temptation,
But the tiger he is tame,
In the wildlife hall of fame,
So please don't move,
Just pretend you approve,
Because time don't mean a thing,
To the wasteland king,
This is where it starts,
Where the middle parts,
A prisoner of casual laws,
Search for the unknown cause,
And I can't be forgiven,
'Cause I just keep on living,
Translating dreams,
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And concocting schemes,
To fold up and die,
To open up and try,
But she passes thru,
All the things that I do,
The strictly sensational,
The merely vocational,
The world of high art,
The lowland of broke heart,
A fool of perception,
She's the master of deception,
New lost horizon,
Old sun a rising,
Midnight at dawn,
The night was all wrong,
The bride is still waiting,
The grooms are debating,
The truth is still lying,
The facts are still sighing,
This is the last chance,
For a freestyle romance,
That point in your mind,
Is so hard to find,
As the seconds squeeze in,
To the memory gin,
The faith is proclaimed,
The faithful unnamed,
It's way out of hand,
This monument of man,
You'll never know,
Always got somewhere to go,
This way to paradise,
This way is just as nice,
I saw her there,
She called it nowhere,
She comes when she pleases,
And constantly teases
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