Gonna take a ride.
Gonna take a ride.
Gonna see some.
Gonna see some.
Popcorn in dog shit.
Popcorn in dog shit.
Play on.
Gonna take a ride.
Gonna take a ride.
Gonna see some.
Gonna see some.
Popcorn in dog shit.
Popcorn in dog shit.
Play on.
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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5 comments:
Wow, I just learned that I am really not a fan of David Crosby. Ack! Blech! Even just the opening of that Orleans song makes me want to poke out my eardrums.
Sorry to go off on your music, but you really like this?
Yeah! It's like, totally like an experiment, man... and like just all these happy little accidents; just beautiful, man...
"Popcorn in Dogshit" is not San Francisco influenced. That's more like Macon Georgia fatback soul.
Now I know what I had been sensing with you. It's not that you've gained a well-earned ease as you've aged - it's that you turned into a hippy. A HIPPY!
(I hope you realize I am only basing this on your current musical taste, this judgement does not reflect your still excellent writing. But you had better watch out!)
It's hippie, actually. Hmmmm... Right on, fight on, sister.
uhh... oops. How did I not know how to spell "hippie"? I like the was it looks better with a "y" though.
Sorry for the rant, the squealing at the start of that song loosened the filter in my brain that stops me from expressing unneeded judgement. Play what you like, you'll never be a hippy, and I can use the mute button.
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