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The Immortals

 

Paul was a punk rock singer who lived on First Avenue

he started a band with his best friends

and played at the best venues

The years were rolling on by him

he said,

ďIts gotta get better than this.

Iím in a very small car heading on a very long road trip.Ē

 

Hold on, you are with the blessed

Stay strong, this is what he said,

 

"I want to be one of the immortals

and I want my words set in stone

I want a great big granite mausoleum

that you can rest your tears on

The truth about poetic injustice

is they donít give a damn 'til youíre dead

and I want to be one of the immortals

that live inside your head"

 

Johnny was a country folk rock singer

with the dust of angels in his veins

every night you could hear him begging to Jesus

for his one big break

He lived too west of New York City,

too east of LA

just north of Nashville

and far south of heaven

 

I know this place ainít gonna be my deathbed

Iíll sing out and play this old Martin guitar

and I donít know where the hell Iím going

but I know that it ainít far

 

And I want to be one of the immortals

and I want my words set in stone

I want a great big granite mausoleum

that you can rest your tears on

The truth about poetic injustice

is they donít give a damn Ďtil youíre dead

and I want to be one of the immortals

that live inside your head

 

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