One last call for alcohol.
It's coming to an end.
And to all of my friends, well, I am not
forgetting you.
When this whole thing is over, we will dance
again.
Disneyland, Spike Lee, Kir Cabain and Lou Reed,
Patty Smith, Muhammad Ali.
I still hear them speak to me.
Poets with a conscience.
Insecure and confident.
They had what I wanted.
What would happen if I got it?
Harry Frell, culture breakers, Bosi up the
contemplators, freedom fighters, belly acres, all the movers and the shakers
circling the wagon, screaming round Manhattan.
Parties in the canyon. It's so strange to watch it
happen.
Now I'm glued to my phone, watching the fall of
America.
One last call for alcohol.
It's coming to an end.
And to all of my friends, well, I am not
forgetting you.
When this whole thing is over, we will dance
again.
Amphetamines and Mary Jane, Iggy Pop and John
Coltrane. Breaking hearts and bending brains.
Put it straight into my veins. R E M L S D N W A
Easy.
Read it all in magazines.
I'm leaving home.
Please pray for me.
Ramblers and drifters, rackers and grifters,
depressives and uplifters,shape shifters, shop lifters.
It starts to feel naive. Yeah. That I ever believe.
Yeah. Heart upon my sleeve.
Yeah. But that was just a dream. Yeah.
Teenage lust. Paul Westerberg. Rock and roll will
have you heard.
Tina Turner. She survived. She always kept the
flame alive.
Anyone I adore you. I've been shaken to my core.
What was all that dreaming for? I loved you more.
I lovedyou more. I'm glued to my phone.
Watching the fall of America.
One last call for alcohol. It's coming to an end.
And do all of my friends.
Well, I am not forgetting you when this whole
thing is over.
We will dance. We will dance. We will dance.We
will dance.
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