The Ballad of Duluth (2/2)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
CHORUS:
And it all will come down to Duluth,
Where they first shot me down in my youth.
Yes, my friend, in the end, when it happens again,
I will say my goodbyes to Duluth.
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One more time!
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Well it always comes down to Duluth,
Just the place for the cruel and uncouth.
When they ask for a blessing, just commence your undressing
You and me, bare and free,
Catching flame one two three,
We'll pollute up the skies of Duluth!
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You may pour out your heart and fill up with vermouth,
But we'll never escape from Duluth!
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Comments (2 so far!)
ElshaHawk LoA
It's like a drinking song for when it seems the world is ending and there is nothing you can do but try to welcome the end with song and a grumble-y good-riddance!
- #1916 Posted 8 years ago
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slapdashmonuments
No offense intended to anyone from the real place named Duluth. It was only a word to me in this, it came to me like a flash. Or a flask. I know nothing at all of Duluth; it's only a place name I've heard somewhere. I'm sure it's a swell burgh.