thought we were too hard to handle but we were strictly carry-on
yesterday is wrapped in crushed velvet and snakeskin
dirty guitars and grungy hair
and the wrong streets on the right nights
what did we know of rolling stones and gathering moss and clouds gathering in darkness?
hayseed city gawkers sore necked in the windswept leaf littered autumn of a sleepy city
smoking, leaning against an old chevy in the lit circle center of the universe
wondering about things which, 20 years later, we still can't understand
those 20 years slipped by and gone, like a fuzzed out arpeggio issuing from german speakers mounted in
budweiser longneck boxes, notes and moments indiscernibly blending with distortion
dirty guitars and grungy hair
and the wrong streets on the right nights
what did we know of rolling stones and gathering moss and clouds gathering in darkness?
hayseed city gawkers sore necked in the windswept leaf littered autumn of a sleepy city
smoking, leaning against an old chevy in the lit circle center of the universe
wondering about things which, 20 years later, we still can't understand
those 20 years slipped by and gone, like a fuzzed out arpeggio issuing from german speakers mounted in
budweiser longneck boxes, notes and moments indiscernibly blending with distortion
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