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No Time for Angels

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Hey little angel, I’m not a stranger But somethin’ ’bout you do the strangest things to me Together, Forever,  Hand me down your halo, sin a little with me  No, no, no, no time for angels tonight, No, no, no, no time for angels tonight You’re a coolgirl, but I’m no fool, girl Your lips … Read more

Winds and Tides

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I know a troubled man, came here from a foreign land, Said, “I really do understand what I can be and what I am, But I came here anyway, Now I’d just like to fly away And I know how it feels Yeah, I know how it feels I know a marmalady, she got gems … Read more

Wish Fronts

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I wish I could create for you the feeling that I get When I am in your arms, and I feel your subtle charms and I forget That I knew loneliness  And I melt inside your warm and tender, sweet caress, And I’m not threatened by their words or by their emptiness, ‘Cause I’m not … Read more

The Roadies' Lexicon

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Roadie Glossary This piece is for the families and loved ones of roadies everywhere, in hopes this will help keep the glaze off their eyes when we’re talking about our jobs…. Bus Life Back lounge The rear section of a tour bus, generally the smoking area. Bus factor The degree to which bad movies improve … Read more

Buford Jones… on live recording

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  Interview done for EQ magazine. Originally this was intended to get less information on a different subject, but I thought the whole thing was pretty interesting in it’s own right… and it’s almost word for word off the tape. EQ passed.   In 1970 Buford Jones took a job fixing power amps for a … Read more

Valaire 1.1 – The Ride to Paris

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“Push!” “What?” “Push!” No way, I’m thinking. This dude is gonna get my shit in his car, get me behind it to ‘push’ and leave me standing in a cloud of french smoke. I began to reconsider his pathetically bourgeois plan to ‘see America’. This’ll be cool. I can be ripped off less than, hmmm, … Read more

Love and Money

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|G | |C | |G | |C | | (x4) Me and you, got a love so true Deep in love and so out of work  Makin’ love, makin’ love the whole day through Maybe make love once more for dessert |C | |G | |C | |G | | (x3) Love and money The … Read more

Homecoming

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I was born here ‘tween the mud and the blood and the clay And I left here on a stone cold winter’s day I can still hear all those voices callin’ to me, “When you come back here girl, you be crawlin’ on yo’ knees!”  Lip smack, cracker jack, give that dog a bone Fuck … Read more

All Alone

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|E     |     | A    |     | Been walkin’ all night in this city, lo, can’t stop the rain See your face in e’ry reflection, in e’ry whisper I hear your name Don’t you know you’re the only thing that I got on my mind Can’t you see that you’ve given me, whoa, one helluva time … Read more

Do you remember

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Do you remember the maiden voyage? Fortune and splendor lie waiting in store. The Captain set sail On a crystaline highway For the sanctuary Of a friendly port Do you remember Do you recall Do you remember Or is it nothing at all.  Thinking of beauty Thinking of youth Peacocks and lilies Mean nothing to … Read more

Na Na Na

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(a.k.a. Nobody Can Really Hurt You Like the Ones You Love) I’ve been hurt by many others, some were friends and some just lovers. Those were hard times. Slashed and left to bleed, dying by degrees takes such a long time. Beaten;I’ve been broken over words I’ve barely spoke, But I still find Nobody can … Read more

The Other Way

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|G                               |CI have seem this place before,  Although I really can’t be sure |G                               |CIt seems to be a place where I have been |G   … Read more

To Satisfy You

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I hear that you’ve been saying that you don’t need me And now you think the time has come to set me free Go ahead and try to find yourself another damned fool And see if she can find a way to saisfy you I doun’t want to pain you or cause you trouble, But … Read more

Valaire 1.2 – Wined and Dined

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I’d been watching the entrance past her shoulder for at least thirty minutes when I decided to see the inside. We’d been nudged and hinted toward for a while as the waiter tried to clear his tables and close his station, but the tables inside were still open and the maître d’ refused to let … Read more

Valaire 1.3 – A Brisk Walk

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At this point things were looking pretty weird. I’d decided I’d be careful around this woman. I mean, she actually wasn’t the first person to ever fricassée my fingers. Well, maybe she was, but there was something about her. I mean, she seemed harmless enough. Not really, but she seemed like she wouldn’t kill me. Well, maybe she would, but probably later, not right away, and for some reason I thought that was ok.

Valaire 1.4 – Don’t I Know You?

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Morning came late that day. I remember the maid opening my door about seven a.m.. “Qui est là, ” I asked. “Service,” she replied. I also remember flinging my shoe toward her ignorant head as it poked through the door. “Reviens après le lever du soleil, veux-tu?” I said. The door slammed and I slept … Read more

Valaire 2.1 – Let Me Zee Your Papers

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Orly is a wonderful airport. Modern and efficient, it is quite easy to reach by train. The train rides underground through central Paris but soon rises into neighborhoods which struck my american eye as clean and quaint. After a few brick- and-arch styled stations one meets a more modern apartment and warehouse district that could … Read more

Valaire 2.2 – A New Career

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A New Career

20,000 men and women everyday… B. Darhma

The sight was like something out of a cheap horror comic, but it was very, very real. Hundreds and hundreds of names scrawled on thousands of crypts. The tunnels wander endlessly beneath the streets and homes of Paris. Skulls lie about absent-mindedly, so that after a few hundred yards seeing a femur or the occasional pile of common vertebrae seems rather unremarkable. The ceiling is low so that walking crouched is often preferable to risking brushing its damp furry surface. The flickering yellow/gold light from our torches cast swirling strobing shadows on the walls and floor, and the crypts performed an eerie chaotic dance.

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Valaire 3.1 – An American Bar

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I’ve seen french restaurants from London to Los Angeles and never gave them more than a passing glance. Somehow I’d never considered the possibility of an american restaurant in Paris. There’s a small pub called La Taverne de Cluny near my hotel where a large number of anglophones seem to congregate, but it’s still a french atmosphere. This was nothing like anything remotely resembling France. This was blatant unadulterated Americana in all its greased-back, tomato-fryin’, socks-n-sandals glory.

It was a large square room with dark walls and strategically placed mirrors to mark it seem even more spacious. We passed the bar en route to the waiter’s stand. It was a ‘57 Chevy Bel-Air convertible, split down its spine and turned so there was a waitron stand between the rear bumpers. At first we passed a girl who looked something like Olivia-Newton John in a tube top and spandex pants popping the tops off of one Jolt cola after another. Nearer to us was a huge box full of the small paper pixie stix.

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