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Tom Waits. Nirvana.
Not much chance. Completely cut loose from purpose. Yet an opening even in Wherever, North Carolina for those with eyes to see, faith not to rise, anxious not to fall asleep with the others amidst idle bus chatter, moved along by mindless engine and lifeless rubber tire.
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As a note, the words are by Charles Bukowski. The next song on the album (Orphans: Bastards) is called “Home, I’ll Never Be”, which features the words of Jack Kerouac. I’m just saying.
