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  1. Eddie

Lyrics

&nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; ">Eddie drives fast. Not because he has to somwhere at any special time, he&rsquo;s never going anywhere special. He drives fast because he watches too much television. Too many movies. And me, I guess I get in the car with him because I don&rsquo;t watch enough.</span>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">We&rsquo;re wizzing through the night. windows wide open. Air crisscrossing between us, making breath come hard. A big and moon hanging low in the sky looks like a headlight coming at us. The needle on the speedometer bounces and bumps on the outside of the eight at eighty. Eddies wide eyed in the rear view mirror as if he spots someone following us. I turn around to look and see nothing but the dark snatching the shadows of trees as we drive away.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Last time I got out of this car I swore and vowed never to get in it again. But two days goes by and I find myself missing eddie, missing his car rides. Eddie turns to me and says, &ldquo;LOOK AT THAT MOON. That moon&rsquo;s got too much moon in it. Sometimes I think Eddie sees a little too much in everything-that&rsquo;s what makes him movie like.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Chorus: And Eddie wipes his teary eyes and pulls his bearded chin. There&rsquo;s a sad song on the radio that makes him cry again.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Darling,&rdquo; he reaches over and drops his arm on my neck. &ldquo;Did I ever tell you about...did I ever tell you about? Did I ever tell you about the time...?&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t listen to his stories much, just love to watch the way he moves his body while he tells them. With the wind flying all over the front seat and all it&rsquo;s hard to hear him anyway, so I just watch him push and pull and push and pull at the steering wheel. Eddie my silent movie star.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Now we&rsquo;re doing about 85 he steers with the ball of one hand while the other one caresses a tatoo of Gretta Garbo&rsquo;s legs he&rsquo;s got strattling his shoulders. Slow down Eddie I say slow down. Life is a piss poor excuse for behaving he says and steers into one of his maniachal swerves. Torpedos into a deep rut, more like a ditch. God damn loser he calls himself then bows his head on the wheel. It&rsquo;s hard watching a guy cry with a woman&rsquo;s legs painted on his shoulders. And its hard to believe that every move he makes is hollywood. But its true. You just get the feeling that you know he&rsquo;s gonna get out of this rut cause you&rsquo;ve seen this part before, yea you&rsquo;ve seen this part before, yea you seen this before.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s get out of the car,&rdquo; he says. So we do. We&rsquo;re walking. We&rsquo;re walking. Dry weeds crunch like we&rsquo;re walking on glass. The world needs some rain out here I think and he takes my hand.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">&ldquo;You know I never did-you know I never did- you know I never did any good in school.&rdquo;&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">I&rsquo;m not interested in his grades or how the world sees him. I&rsquo;m just hooked on his hollywood skills. His acting potential. I say acting because I don&rsquo;t really think he knows who he is. But one thing is sure, he has a body that is very consistant. He might have differences of mind roaming through it but the body moves like clockwork-like clockwork. Like music. Like poetry.</p>
<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Once I read eddie a poem I wrote and he loved it. That was the beginnning of our long rides together. I wrote the poem when I got stuck on a ferrris wheel, third car from the top, on&nbsp; a balmy august night with a hot dog that i felt like i swallowed whole in between my throat and my gut. I hate ferris wheels and hot dogs and feeling stuck.&nbsp; I had to take my mind off these things so I took a pen out my shirt pocket and wrote the poem on my hotdog napkin. it was about loneliness.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">After I read it to him that night, he flung the car door open and did a dance in the headlights a dance like I&rsquo;d never seen before. Maybe he had alittle too much dance in him, Eddie. Maybe he had a little too much of everything. I know he had too much. And suddenly I had front row seats to a one man show. He danced, spun, lumbered and looked at me sweetly. I felt so important to the scene. Me his supporting actress behind a windshield curtain.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Then suddenly he slowed down. So slow&nbsp; like he added thirty years to his age in a second. And that was my favorite part. Eddie standing there exhausted in the headlights, looking in at me but not being able to see me clearly. I think that was the closest I ever came to seeing the real eddie. No I don&rsquo;t want to say he was lost, no I don&rsquo;t want to say he was lost, no I don&rsquo;t want to say he was lost when i found him because i don&rsquo;t think eddie will ever be lost. He&rsquo;ll lose people that think he&rsquo;s lost but he&rsquo;ll find people that have lost themselves by being so much of who he is.&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">Eddie my hollywood movie star with Gretta Garbo&rsquo;s legs on his shoulder and me sitting next to him in the car, someday we&rsquo;re gonna drive off a cliff and head for a star-head for a star-yea we&rsquo;re gonna head for a star.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman">That moons got too much moon in it he said, that moon&rsquo;s got too much moon in it for my head.</p>