Sort of an allusive poem, or song I guess, about some Bob Dylan and Neil young lyrics that I was vibing at the time.
lyrics
An old man walks in a young man's shoes and looks up at the world. He wears a pair of young eyes too and swears he just a boy (and he sings).
He watches all the buildings and the people passing by but nobody stops to talk. He feels all the bricks on the big old walls as his fingertips turn to chalk (and he sings).
He walks all day just to watch the world dance to the songs of a tambourine. His boots are made of leather but he's never been to Spain, he's just watching the sun turn green (and he sings).
An old man walks in a young man's shoes and looks up at the world. He wears a pair of young eyes too and swears he just a boy (and he sings).
This one took a few listens. The first time, it went in all at once, like a corkscrew punched through the soft slab of abdomen, there on my side. I hardly noticed. Then it started to jiggle and wriggle around in there, and slowly — twist by twist, track by track — I came to realize what a bloody, brilliant mess I had on my hands. veryvery
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