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Say Hi To Your Mom

On a dial somewhere between the high eighties and low nineties FM, Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM. And

on, go summon the dead and build fires in the yard." But what looks good on paper, looks good on paper. But this one looks like the other hair-brained schemes of yours

She's pushing 5 6 In her Saucony kicks She got lips like a sofa And she's strunged out on soda And the devil was a girl And she wore a yellow tee It would

Hey, remember when we could save kittens from trees? Or lunch on skyscrapers? Bring the villains to their knees? Maybe we should move someplace new, and

things, huh? But Maurine, I can't come to your party, 'cause I think that I'm dead All through the tunnel, and onto the tram I wonder what it's like when your

when you shake your shoulders and squint your eyes, the band plays on, in spite of everything. My Love, have you no fear at all? Because you shake your

And I haven't asked for much since I met her, some courage and maybe some heart. But Jupiter, please, will you raise your fists and mend all that keeps

good. They put fire back in your belly. They put notches in the wood. Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. I dreamt you gave me your keychain

as big as the Russia the mapmakers made, and mighty as a big anvil hammer. But don't be afraid, because it will be over faster than you can say "snowcones