The Ballad of Duluth (2/2)

slapdashmonuments

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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slapdashmonuments

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.

  • #1912 Posted 3 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

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 3 years ago
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