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    "Postcards from Diane"genre: Acoustic
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    Horror: the media is just so full of it. A companion piece to "Linda Barry".
    CD: Perfect Strangers
    Credits: Steve Snelling - piano & vocals

    Story Behind the Song
    Seems like everywhere you look, it's horror. A companion piece to "Linda Barry". Written after seeing a story in our local paper about a hammer attack in a nearby town. Eek. Inspired by real postcards from Diane.

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    Postcards From Diane ©2001 Steve Snelling

    I threw the morning paper on the floor
    I couldn't stand to read about another dirty war
    For nothing more than politics and politicians' greed

    Now postcards from Diane are all I ever read
    They quench my thirst for knowledge and no one ever bleeds
    Unless the kids have bumped their heads or skinned their roughhouse knees

    I tossed my Goddam TV in the brush
    They showed the broken bodies where the students' dreams were crushed
    Beneath the tanks for asking more than crusts of bread and such
    Now postcards from Diane are all I ever touch

    Postcards from Diane - I'll tell you what they're worth
    They remind me of a simpler world where no one ever hurts
    'Cept broken hearts and accidents or mothers giving birth

    I put my magazines in big brown box
    The poetries of horror have brought me close to shock
    And I'm wondering in futility just what the sufferin's for
    Now postcards from Diane - that and nothing more

    Postcards from Diane are all I ever read
    Where the only battle raging is with Dennis and the weeds
    And the only fires burning are the ones on River Street

    I threw the morning paper on the floor
    I just can't stand to read about another dirty war
    And how can people cotton to a corporation's greed

    Postcards from Diane are all I ever read
    They quench my thirst for knowledge and no one ever bleeds
    Unless the kids have bumped their heads or skinned their roughhouse knees

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