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Politics : Sioux Nation -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: TigerPaw who wrote (313171)	12/24/2018 11:25:57 AM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 360935

i left el paso for more adventures after that first year in grade school. the next memories of food in wahzoo i have are from 1967 when i attended college in las cruces and we went to juarez every friday night. fred's sandwiches are the first thing that come to mind but dylan's great song about rou morgue avenue says it all for loose teens on the street in tex-mex border towns. "When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta you Now, if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame You must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough" ~ the zimmerman kid © Bob Dylan Music Co.