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Solitaire (the old way) Listenin' to Nick Cave and Tom Waits and drinkin' Yukon Jack playin' solitaire the old way by shufflin' the stack my fingers are too sore to play guitar but my mind keeps castin' back it's nearly dawn and dark as hell my insomnia is back Nostalgia is like Drambuie it's sweet but it packs a wallop when memories break through the haze they do so at a gallop I thought that I had them tethered by the old pass just outside of town but they've been freed by a black hat clown and found their way right back around Playin' Solitaire the old way alone and boxing time playin' Solitiare the old way just to occupy my mind Playin' Solitaire the old way in fear of a coming dawn fighting to keep my thoughts at bay like undead upon the lawn George Romero's legacy sometimes more a grin than others another drink to dull my brain I'd wipe it out if I had my druthers There's nothing like unfocused anger to leave one a bit perplexed like a teenage trip to New Orleans debating credence to a hex I'm runnin' low on lime juice and I've lost another hand the sun it stumbles by horizon's edge just before it floods the land Playin' Solitaire the old way by the table on the floor playin' Solitaire the old way even diversion is a chore Like the too proverbial snake consuming its own tail my thoughts devour my mind and I don depression's veil my thoughts are caught in a feedback loop from speaker to pickup and back the things I wish I'd never thought they just stack upon the stack I count through fifty-two cards again and dwell on familiar patterns it's Yukon on the rocks this time I'm outta lime in my private tavern |