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Robert Altman lyrics
Son of a wealthy gambler
The Mayflower haunts the mother
Employed by the Calvin Company
Before Kansas City Escape
...Minus a letter n'
When you were up in the air
Did it make you what you were?
He met a man who had a surname
That was the same as his forename
Who drained him of his dollars
Left him with a tattooed dog
Your daily bread was hopeless dreams
On the cusp of eternal defeat
In charge of Lion's Gate
I'd rather die than play it straight.
A journeyman who sparkled
Fond of an easy target
Armed with a genre
And an overlapping ensemble
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Our Velocity
- 2 Pride Before A Fall
- 2 Distance Makes
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