Under the boardwalk
I'm back in Siouxicide City. Nothing ever changes here.
New York/Dirty Jersey, on the other hand, are non-stop. The first thing I saw on the descent from the air was a nuclear reactor tower, terribly fitting. Seems nobody new understood how to pronounce my name so (in reference to my lilac locks) an Italian gent referred to me as Ms. Purple and when I had a 20 minute conversation with a wheelchair-bound bum my moniker was Hollywood. I drove by a bank robbery in Rahway. Cops are assaulting people on bicycles. Not one but two serial rapists are running around Brooklyn. In one night I saw Tom Jones in Atlantic City, got twisted and grooved on down the way into the Casbah club.
Fuck this town.
New York/Dirty Jersey, on the other hand, are non-stop. The first thing I saw on the descent from the air was a nuclear reactor tower, terribly fitting. Seems nobody new understood how to pronounce my name so (in reference to my lilac locks) an Italian gent referred to me as Ms. Purple and when I had a 20 minute conversation with a wheelchair-bound bum my moniker was Hollywood. I drove by a bank robbery in Rahway. Cops are assaulting people on bicycles. Not one but two serial rapists are running around Brooklyn. In one night I saw Tom Jones in Atlantic City, got twisted and grooved on down the way into the Casbah club.
Fuck this town.