

Down on Lull Street..."Down on Lull Street... Sits a Somber Man with a Somber Beat"Down on Lull Street...
Sitting in the old coffee house,
down on Lull street nothin to do, nothin to eat.
But a few dollars in my pocket all i can afford is a pack of gum and some coffee.
This old coffee house on Lull Street is getting stale, and the coffee is weak.
Some jazz plays over the speakers some Coltrane, Miles, or Armstrong something sweet; give me something right now i'll take anything with beat.
Listen to this smooth trumpet solo Louis starts it thick and Lo


My GodMy God, Where are you tonight? Why can't i touch you or feel your warm light? My God, I want to feel something like my skin, something with a heart like mine a thing more human. My God, I cant't feel you,My God
can't hear you, can't send you a letter or call you, I want a friend to hug Someone to love My God, all of this doubt only brings about, a sting within my heart, like there is another being there reciding, deep inside telling me to believe.
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*:with no mt. dew.....there is no life....:*
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*:with no mt. dew.....there is no life....:*
find recognition with ~U-The-underground-U
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Do what you gotta do. Just don't shoot me. XD
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