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red bluff - it was '39 and what a time to be born in but you were born then. world at war, tore and sore as all hell, oh well. red bluff. red bluff. red bluff. little boy with all that noise and symbol, not so simple. the neighbor's doors just waiting for your painting, your interpretating. old b.b. beat the jeebies out of your hide, you dreamed of killing him each night. his pop (your grandpop) got the brain-pop, keeled over ragin' full-on. went to work for that church when they promised schoolin' but they were just foolin', damn and getting a girl preggers was the last straw, can you still hear your ma sayin': dickie, dickie, oh dickie? gotta get the fuck out of red bluff.