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Posted By | Discussion Topic: From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry | ||||
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Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 06-07-2001 @ 1:23 PM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry And I felt the shock of an atom bomb When the tired old city of chester Was draped and dying in my arms For a while I was lost under the weight of remembering Of how the sun would warn the projects some mornings When the birds were falling like winter's frozen rain And I was all fingers numb holding a brown paper lunch Twelve years old and already ashamed Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too Yeah I had returned like I swore I would To right some wrongs and sing my song And share the luck that every man should But when the fever broke and I awoke from the dream I was passed out beside a jukebox siphoning gasoline When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar And carried my drunk bones all the way home draped and heavy in his arms Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? It's a friend's responsibility to fulfill your needs, not your emptiness The sugared-plums that used to dance in my head are now Equal plums 'cause Mom's on a new diet | ||||
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