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• Artiste: Rock Dove
• Titre: City Boy
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smells like roadkill on the open grill that love still pressing hard against your clumsy will fire raging from a camera's flash will turn your whole pretty life into smooth soft ash did this just happen or did you do it no one barges into your life you have to guide them to it did this just happen or did you do it out with the screaming cicadas out where the night really lets you go they thought you'd lost yourself, children tend to roam they didnt know you had found your home now the city floor stabs your feet you'd like to melt all the concrete baby, they'd never kill you but they'll cast you out your mothers kissing your dog's lips your baby brothers got a mouth full of shit your dad is screaming at a flashing screen who the fuck are these people what the fuck do they mean loud, angry rock and roll confessions will never save you from your senseless obsessions deep inside your mind that tape will stubbornly rewind and you may not ever be the same did this just happen or did you do it this tangled mass of bodies, you will never see through it youll think, "did this just happen or did i do it" they want to speak to your father they want to know how you got this way they want to hold you responsible they want to first make sure thats okay i still see some of the old freaks the lies they still tell little hiccups from hell when they fall in with their eyes all hanging from their sockets hands reaching for the walls but mine are in my pockets i keep my brain on a heavy metal chain swinging high above my head, and i'm proud to be insane but when your wildest thoughts and addictions get stronger whatever doesn't kill you only takes you longer i laughed--stunned, nervous, and afraid at the places they'd gone all the things i'd made my trash bags of love, how i threw them on the street to watch them float like balloons quickly out of reach now here come the lions with their teeth torn out their claws removed and their eyes half closed and they're gnawing on my legs and scratching at my feet and i'm hoping that their anger will put them to sleep when you've dried your eyes, but your skin still weeps you should make a plan and ride it off to sleep