your head is filled with the songs we've been listening to all summer long. now it's gone, and i'm about to leave too. your head is filled with the smoke we shared outside the bars. we got black lungs, but i'm about to leave to meet a boy with blackened fingers. he calls it passion, i call it crack abuse and i never asked you what you thought about that. it's between me and my dreams, my ambitions. between me and and the red carped, my heroes in dolce & gabanna.
i'll have a gin and think about you.
it's all you'll ever get now.
i'm ready to face the airport, the planes.
G O D
S A V E
T H E
Q U E E N
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Written October 1st, 2006
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Sid would LOVE this!
This is very poignant and i like the gritty feel. It reminds me of my youth and "getting out" and about with fresh legs and big ears, large nose, and humongous eyes! Also, Joe would like this too!
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I love how it's so sad and fragmented. Perfected. I like the crack abuse line too and the end about the airport. Beautiful write.
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I'm not sure what this is about, but I do know that's it very good. It's striking a nerve with me right now and I loved it. especially this part:
"he calls it passion, i call it crack abuse"
amen.
great write even though it was fragmented. sometimes those are the best pieces.
-gibson
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