"Mess Of Love" genre: Blues Rock
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	The first single from "Blue Sickness", which was placed on heavy rotation on MuchMoreMusic
	CD: The Blue Sickness   Label: New West Records
	Lyrics The gin queens are free tonight of prior obligation Mascara's being purchased by the pound The liquor store line, it ain't been this long Since they laid Father Anastasias in the ground Everybody used to scream like fools all night Now on the main drag you can barely hear a sound Except from time to time the odd voice whispering How like a prison is this town The change maker's son hit a light post doing ninety His brother hit his cellmate doing time Their father hit the bottle when all the news hit him And the mama had to pay the speeding fine There's thoughts in the head of everyone standing That ain't no kind of substance ever going to drown Well these thoughts have words, these words I've heard, and that's How like a prison is this town We're all caged birds But some of us are singing Polishing the diamonds in the rough There's so much to be done But most of us are busy... Mopping up the mess of love I remember the bright lights, the lure of the city From my window I could see their holy glow I saw the glory of the Brooklyn Bridge As a child on a late night TV show Something always seemed to be happening there Pretty people wearing suits and fancy gowns Sitting right there in the Russian Tea Room saying How like a prison is this town

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