Walked in with your eighties fashion.
Hair tumbled in front of wide ****** eyes.
Thought you loved Bowie once.
Fleetwood Mac.
Kate Bush.
Pete Gabriel.
Frank Zappa.
Genesis.
Pink Floyd.
Supertramp.
Dylan's blues.
Living fast.
Acid trips.
Frantic hips.
43, pass it to me.
That's what they said in my day.
Hay day.
Years gone by.
Hazy,
Crazy lady.
Club Manhattan
Mados' bar.
My God,
Those times they were a changing.
At the time I never knew.
Hard to believe normality,
Would kind of capture me and you.
Know no-one from the past.
Anymore.
Maturity.
Changed the score.
*** and drugs.
Became a bore.
Creativity does it for me.
Lurks inside my funny head.
Goodnight,
Gods bless the friends,
I left there in the past.
Except the music,
Still plays power in my heart.
(c)LIVVI
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Walked in with your eighties fashion.
Hair tumbled in front of wide ****** eyes.
Thought you loved Bowie once.
Fleetwood Mac.
Kate Bush.
Pete Gabriel.
Frank Zappa.
Genesis.
Pink Floyd.
Supertramp.
Dylan's blues.
Living fast.
Acid trips.
Frantic hips.
43, pass it to me.
That's what they said in my day.
Hay day.
Years gone by.
Hazy,
Crazy lady.
Club Manhattan
Mados' bar.
My God,
Those times they were a changing.
At the time I never knew.
Hard to believe normality,
Would kind of capture me and you.
Know no-one from the past.
Anymore.
Maturity.
Changed the score.
*** and drugs.
Became a bore.
Creativity does it for me.
Lurks inside my funny head.
Goodnight,
Gods bless the friends,
I left there in the past.
Except the music,
Still plays power in my heart.
(c)LIVVI
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