Chris Whitley

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My stories

THE BEAT

Beat beat The iron hearts jangle in sync to the sound of money Voices fall from slashed flesh into beer glasses like slops You’re bluish eye cuts me down You’re stabbing words remain

LEFT

Left, crying you left me Your wet handkerchief you left

You left your taste

You made your exit in your famous style With your head held high and a curious smile You drove away in your jaguar With it's built in ice box and cocktail bar

Seekers of Hearts

Where the aria of destiny is played by a cold hand on a slightly out of tune piano Where blood and wine are mixed as a cocktail called despair

Against

Against it all Against the wall

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