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based on the play "
Geography of a Horse Dreamer" by Sam Shepard
Old man put down your bottle go and tidy up your roomthe t.v. is broken, there ain't no room, there ain't no food,there ain't no air only cigarettes and it'stime to tell us something
And he turns with his eyes wide open and bleedin'and cryin' tell us what did you seein the neon in the halflightdid you dream us a numberdid you dream us a winnertell us what did youdream?
Don't pretend like you don't love us really you're apart of it all goin'bad and moneyyou'll get a littlemaybe you can take a walk outside,breathe the airsee what it's like to bealive.
And he turns and he wonders what city he is inin a motel on some highwaywith bruises on his skinin the neon in the halflight did you dream us a number did you dreamus a winner tell us what did you dreamand he turns and he smiles and he makes them wonderhe says I'll give you a number he says I'll give youa dream.
It ain't Jersey it ain't Lilly it ain't no bloody mare or queenthat keeps on comin' in to keep us in this hell thatwe're in.
She lives on the third floor.
She has three children to feed.I'll give you her number, you can call her and ask her
If she remembers me.
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