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This she did in public for us to see:
she came in here too drunk to do the show
between the trains and car,
broken glass and lost hubcaps
images of a gun

row house, row house pass thru
let the city rise up to fill the screen
clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
the guitar guy played real good feedback
and super sounding riffs
with his mild mannered look on.. yeah, he was truly hip
the girl started out in red patent leather, very "I'm-in-a-band", with kneepads
we watched her fall over and lay down
shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
Row house, row house pass thru, let the city rise up----
twister, dust buster, hospital bed
i'll see you see you see you on the highway
now we tone-soul merge ideas of song forms and freedom
Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake
a couple of Miss Donuts
the edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image
poised, yet totally screwed up
yes sir! yes sir! step right up!

none of us know where we're trying to get to
what sort of life? What we're trying to build
now we tone-soul merge ideas of song forms and freedom
seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
L.A. is more confusing now than anywhere I've ever been to
i'm from New York City
breathe it out and let it in

where are you now, when your broken eyes are closed?
head in a cloudy dream of green and sailboats?
borrowed and never returned
emotions, books, outlooks on life

hello 2015!
hello 2015!!