"the night twists again and i can't breathe. sunday strollers pass me by and a woman says "isn't it a shame these young drunks wash up on the street, i'd call the cops on him" her husband replies "let him sleep, he appears to be in pain, maybe we should call an ambulance instead". but the only thing that feels good is the cold brick wall on my forehead. i envision twisting a knife under her tongue...."
music for the living:
i play pusedo folk music and call it documentmusic for the dead:
i played bass and sang back-ups in building character
i played bass and drank in the windshield death threat procedure
i played bass and got drssed up in tanktop u.s.a.
i played bass and fell down in oh, the horror!
i played bass and messed up songs in violetta
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