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Pictures of You
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
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Tagged Arthur rimbaud, bassist, blinded by bukowski, Charles Bukowski, Conversation, dating, henry rollins, Hunter S Thompson, interpol, Joy Division, kings of leon, life, music, musician, NYC, Piano, Pictures of you, poetry, Radiohead, Relationships, rock star, sex, The Cure
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Just Like Heaven
You fell asleep, and I could feel the poem forming in my brain, the words trying to find their place, but I didn’t grab my notebook, I didn’t want to wake you, so I tried to stay awake, because I … Continue reading
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Tagged blinded by bukowski, Charles Bukowski, dating, dave attell, Extreme "More Than Words", henry rollins, love, muse, music, Nine Inch Nails, passion, poetry, Radiohead, Relationships
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Dunkin Do-Nots
Sitting in Dunkin, with coffee and a book, when a 30-something guy approaches, says, “He likes how I look”. I smile, say thank you, attempt to return to my page, but am ambushed with questions, from a guy who should … Continue reading
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Smells Like Teen Spirit
He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading
In Your Eyes
I told you I liked you, that was probably my first mistake, but to be fair, your hazel eyes are paralyzing, and I shouldn’t be held responsible, for what comes out of my mouth, when i’m staring into them. Then, … Continue reading
You Give Me Fever
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
The Sound of Silence
I hear music, all the time, even in silence, there’s a melody. What do you hear? Is there any sound? Cause we’ve been trying to write a song, and no amount of auto tune, is gonna make it sound good. … Continue reading
Blind Spot
I’d say we went from 0 to 60, but that’s a lie. 15, 30, and 45 definitely occurred. I ignored the yield sign. Where the fuck was the stop sign? Kinda thought you were a yellow light. You were red … Continue reading
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Tagged A Long December, Adam Duritz, Blind Spot, blinded by bukowski, Charles Bukowski, chemistry, Coldplay, connection, counting crows, dating, henry chinaski, henry rollins, high fidelity, infatuation, Modest Mouse, music, reflection, Tales of ordinary madness, The chemicals between us, The Cure, turned on, writing
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Blinded by Bukowski 