Текст песни All This Stuff Takes Time - Arlo Guthrie
Words
and
music
by
Arlo
Guthrie
It
ain′t
so
much
the
boredom
But
the
fire
in
her
soul
That
made
her
life
unbearable
While
living
in
that
hole
Of
her
dark
surburban
nightmare
'Till
she
went
to
see
the
Dead
And
the
self
esteem
she
valued
Was
immediately
spent
And
she
had
no
one
to
turn
to
So
she
just
turned
off
her
mind
She′s
a
well
adjusted
wanderer
But
all
this
stuff
takes
time
On
the
streets
of
old
Wyoming
There's
a
couple
from
L.A.
They
are
post-environmentalists
Looking
for
to
stay
'Till
their
friends
all
come
to
join
them
In
the
quest
for
air
to
breathe
And
when
it
gets
too
crowded
They
will
just
pick
up
and
leave
Like
they
did
in
New
York
City
When
the
coast
seemed
quite
sublime
It
don′t
take
much
but
money
And
money
just
takes
time
Marie
is
on
the
lounge
chair
Draped
around
the
pool
Avoiding
almost
anyone
who′d
Desecrate
he
cool
It's
the
reason
she′s
attractive
She's
already
self
abused
And
her
pride
won′t
feel
the
loneliness
That
comes
with
being
used
She's
the
center
of
the
universe
For
which
she
was
designed
Until
she
wakes
up
wandering
Why
all
this
stuff
takes
time
Bill
died
of
a
heart
attack
Beating
up
his
wife
Now
he′s
come
back
as
a
lesbian
That's
looking
for
his
wife
Who
is
now
a
psychoanalyst
That
likes
to
work
with
plants
Except
of
course
on
weekends
When
she
likes
to
wear
the
pants
She's
a
leather
goddess
minister
Who
works
with
the
confined
It
don′t
take
much
to
realize
That
all
this
stuff
takes
time
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