sate/pall
hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.
and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.
and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
now how do you like that?
hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.
hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day depending on howI feel.
hey Charley for chrissakes
do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.
Main Entry: 2sa·ti·ate Pronunciation: 'sA-shE-"AtFunction: transitive verbInflected Form(s): -at·ed; -at·ingEtymology: Latin satiatus, past participle of satiare, from satis enough -- more at SAD: to satisfy (as a need or desire) fully or to excess- sa·ti·a·tion /"sA-shE-'A-sh&n, "sA-sE-/ nounsynonyms SATIATE, SATE, SURFEIT, CLOY, PALL, GLUT, GORGE mean to fill to repletion. SATIATE and SATE may sometimes imply only complete satisfaction but more often suggest repletion that has destroyed interest or desire



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Merry Christmas and stuff, Nicki. Catching up on my Tabblature has been interesting. Holy crap. Just when I was re-tenderizing that soft spot in my heart for Christians, some shockingly unchristian comments from within the fold triggered my gag reflex.
How did that date you were telling me about at the Christmas party go?
Yeah, that was a nasty little period of my life alright. The date was good! There's been about 7 since as well. Shh.
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