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Where nobody knows your name.

Pastorius wonders why.

I've decided to shift down a few gears.'

"I've got those 'Don't worry about me, I'll just be here, all alone' blues."

"Events seem to be headed in the right direction. Unfortunately, it's not taking me with it."

"The artist-in-residence is struggling a bit, but other than that we're fine."

"These brisk fall afternoons remind me of Chekhov, which reminds me of Putin, then Trump, the alt-right, facism, nuclear weapons ... let's go home."

The Bar & Grill of Ordinary Men: Quiet Desperation 11 am - closing (Karaoke on Saturday)

Lord Byron

'I hate my life.

'Dreams of how it might have been.'

"Half-full. Those were the days."

A depressed artist imagines a drawing, but it turns black.

DOUR and TROUBADOUR

"Woke up this mornin', Found myself trapped in the Blues genre..."

'As I feared, the X-ray shows that you are crying inside.'

Books: Success stories & Sob stories.

"I asked Bill to accompany this presentation with something in a haunting minor key."

"Perhaps a dirge would lift your spirits?"

"Our flavors of the day are Prodigal, Importune, and Mal de Siècle."

'I think our marriage would make a great country song.'

Man has storm cloud umbrella.

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Bored couple.

"Fall makes him sad."

Death awaits the last leaf of Autumn with a rake.

Tailpiece to E Dowson's 'The Pierrot of the Minute'

"I like sad songs."

Where the boulevard of broken dreams crosses the avenue of broken appliances...

There's a tear in my beer.

'Boy...usually it just gently weeps.'

Philip Larkin.

Looking miserable out there today...

'Your work is so bleak, so despairing, your angst so wrenching. I've never read a party invitation quite like it before.'

"I'd like to dedicate my next song to that delightful little table in the corner."