"180"
3/21/13
Warm echo? Yes please!
My constitution is tired,
and I need respite
This takes me back to
A time when I wasn't here
it's not deja vu
desert rock chevy
interpol takes peyote
and forgets heartache
croon your fuzzy toms
and strum out the ghosts with rock
we will be redeemed
A frenzied party
feet stomp and fists punch air
dancing youth breeze by
hear through hollow ears
one kiss if he had two lips
silent skeleton
a mirrored image
is caught in your youthful eyes
it makes you sexy
All the scorecards say
It's not wrong to sing like him
One of us will be
A walker downtown
into the liquor store shelf
Oops! The bottles crashed
Remember when the
Drinks were cheap and songs were too?
I do! Just kidding...
London recycles
or maybe regurgitates
vastly fickle tropes
not cheap sunglasses
cheap drinks and rattlesnake birds
join the garden drum
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