8.My Back Pages
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps 'we'll meet on edges, soon,' said i
Proud 'neath heated brow ah, but i was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth 'rip down all hate,' i
screamed
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull i dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers foundation deep, somehow
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
In a soldier's stance, i aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who
teach
Fearing not that i'd become my enemy in the instant that i
preach
My pathway led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to
neglect
Deceived me into thinking i had something to protect
Good and bad, i define these terms quite clear, no doubt,
somehow
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
Ah, but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now
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