the backbeat
the wolf
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I like that bluesy little thing you do
on the backbeat
oh, sorry
I meant the backstreets
we are down all around
and the whiskey ghost
is a haunting,… haunting,… tonight
gone at first light
an angry castaway tries to fly away
but the wind is a howling
it’s howling
but that won’t scare him today
in and out of sleep
our future mothers meet
to tell the stories,.. stories,
that will make the children cry
comatose jury hears the dinner bell ring
while fancy little dancers
wear their fake plastic wings
and they are all laughing,… they won’t stop laughing.. at me
the song bird flies around the block
and tries to beat the clock
but it keeps counting,…
forever counting down
the hour glass won’t turn back
in the side there is a small crack
where all the sand is escaping
time is running out
like a lost little boy
he clings to his knees
and cries alone in the darkness
darkness all around
he stares at the reflection
he no longer recognizes
anything anymore
everything has changed
I’ll be coming downtown
to hear that little bluesy thing you do
on the backstreets
oh sorry, this time I meant backbeat
I’ll see you on the backbeat.
on the backbeat
oh, sorry
I meant the backstreets
we are down all around
and the whiskey ghost
is a haunting,… haunting,… tonight
gone at first light
an angry castaway tries to fly away
but the wind is a howling
it’s howling
but that won’t scare him today
in and out of sleep
our future mothers meet
to tell the stories,.. stories,
that will make the children cry
comatose jury hears the dinner bell ring
while fancy little dancers
wear their fake plastic wings
and they are all laughing,… they won’t stop laughing.. at me
the song bird flies around the block
and tries to beat the clock
but it keeps counting,…
forever counting down
the hour glass won’t turn back
in the side there is a small crack
where all the sand is escaping
time is running out
like a lost little boy
he clings to his knees
and cries alone in the darkness
darkness all around
he stares at the reflection
he no longer recognizes
anything anymore
everything has changed
I’ll be coming downtown
to hear that little bluesy thing you do
on the backstreets
oh sorry, this time I meant backbeat
I’ll see you on the backbeat.
Peace, Love.
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"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
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it's like one of those huge paintings where one gets drawn into little scenes on the left right, centre, top, bottom and all the other places in between...
yours seems to be set in the blue night... in a rundown but vibrant part of town, not too noisy but maybe a lil shady... at least that's how it's stayed in my head...
unreality and pure reality merging
blew my mind
i'm going back in
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Send my credentials to the house of detention