Yeah, all right. Down in your basement with the stereo on pills and needles. Look at all clean dirty people shakin' down the early hours shooting the rookie straight into the blue highway from the roller coast to the smoke of your soul. Yeah, all right. Punch this one up and watch the pupils dilate. Nobody gonna tell you what to do. Nobody gonna tell you when to stop. Time to take. Time to take back. Time to take back a bite from the bottle and ornament the little red light eyes hung in pairs of peers walling the dim downstairs and knuckle slicing open the tired corners of the same old bag.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Dim Downstairs
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4 comments:
Listen to the shades; they know the way.
btw - That XTC song makes me way depressed every time I hear it. Kinda makes it hard to stop by. There's a good reason for it, but that's not a story for the public.
Hmmmm, I'm curious. Do tell.
Someday, I'll share it, but not in the public sphere. It's not a nice story.
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