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September 6Sep 6 Author Jack — relax.Get busy with the facts.No zodiacs or almanacs,No maniacs in polyester slacks.Just the facts.Gonna kick some gluteus max.It’s a parallax — you dig?You move aroundThe small gets big. It’s a rigIt’s action — reaction —Random interaction.So who’s afraidOf a little abstraction?Can’t get no satisfactionFrom the facts?You better run, homeboy —A fact’s a factFrom Nome to Rome, boy.What’s the deal? Spin the wheel.If the dice are hot — take a shot.Play your cards. Show us what you got —What you’re holding.If the cards are cold,Don’t go folding.Lady Luck is golden;She favors the bold. That’s coldStop throwing stones —The night has a thousand saxophones.So get out there and rock,And roll the bones.Get busy!
September 7Sep 7 Nice carAh, I love those bavariansSo meticulousY'know I remember when things were a lot more fun around hereWhen good was good and evil was evilBefore things got so fuzzyI was once a golden boy like youAnd I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly courtsAnd I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor,For my talents, my creativityAnd we sat beneath the palmsIn the warm afternoons and drank the wineWith fitzgerald and huxleyAnd they pawned the biting phrase from the tongues hot with bloodAnd drained their pins of bitter inkVainly reaching for the bottle full of empty edensBranded especially for the ones who had come with great expectationsTo the perfumed halls of Allah, for their time in the sunAnd we were stokin' the fires and oilin' up the machineryUntil the gods found out we had ideas of our ownAnd war was coming and the earth was shakingAnd there was no more ruin in the garden of Allah
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