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These Chains...
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An improvised groove that grew into a ghost story within a ghost story. All lies are chains. Obviously no one writes songs like this to reach a broader audience or win any popularity contests. So there must be some other reason...
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Music of delirium, desire, despair...future blues...
We did not create this world nor did we create the forces of history which impel social economic political scientific religious cultural and psychological scenarios, institutions and agencies physical or abstract which have an impact on our world and on our positions in our world. Yet we take responsibility for our positions. We accept what we have, what is happening, what we have made of ourselves and what the world has made of us with an eye toward our own goals, for what we are is beyond all analysis in terms limited by the forces mentioned. Imagine "Papa" Hemingway writing nada nada nada and understand that genius and celebrity are not living in a brightly lit scene surrounded by darkness. CHEAP literary allusion cliché affords minimal point of reference to someone. RUN DOWN ROAD into the cafe glowing incandescent, ride out of the darkness and determine little difference.
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Charts
Peak #237
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
SG/Dark Ryders
Rights
(c) 2003 by Dark Ryders
Uploaded
December 30, 2003
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MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Once upon a time at the Chelsea Hotel...
Lyrics
These Chains I bought a ticket down on Broadway for the river road / A former lover brushed past my way ...and that's the way it goes / These chains are all a lie... She was the center of her circle like any fashion slave / She let the things she did in high school go haunt her to her grave / These chains are all just lies... Almighty lays down all the laws and everybody fears / While rumors spread through smoke and mirrors and linger in your ears / These chains are only lies... Here comes trouble's tattooed shoulder, here comes a cop in uniform / Here comes the source of human bondage heading for a dance floor Here comes a trucker and his sister-- man, they're one of a kind / And me I'm just sitting here on the sidewalk In the back of your mind...
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