(no subject)
"It was Don Delillo, whiskey, me,
and a blinking midnight clock.
Speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch.
When the smoke came out our mouths
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks,
you were a stroke of luck.
We were a goldmine, and they gutted us."
I apologize for the excessive song lyrics. But you know how it is.
Sometimes, that's all there is to say.
and a blinking midnight clock.
Speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch.
When the smoke came out our mouths
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks,
you were a stroke of luck.
We were a goldmine, and they gutted us."
I apologize for the excessive song lyrics. But you know how it is.
Sometimes, that's all there is to say.