Jul 26
the set list:
1. lonesome day
2. seeds
3. my love will not let you down
4. no surrender
5. ghosts
6. letter to you
7. promised land
8. hungry heart
9. spirit in the night
10. reason to believe
11. atlantic city
12. youngstown
13. long walk home
14. e street shuffle
15. nightshift
16. racing in the street
17. the river
18. last man standing
19. backstreets
20. because the night
21. she's the one
22. wrecking ball
23. the rising
24. badlands
25. thunder road
(encore)
26. land of hope and dreams
27. born to run
28. bobby jean
29. dancing in the dark
30. 10th avenue freeze-out
31. twist & shout
32. i'll see you in my dreams
more so than Bob Dylan...
i really started to believe in music again:
i've ******* into failing
asleep on a loop
from Christopher Young's Something to Think
about from the Hellraiser soundtrack
to now mesmerized i quit music is nothing
fun but a cognitive classical
when there was ever a convenient fireplace
of the spades and soap of t.v.
bad idea Boss: to drink and smoke a joint
later:
can't experience the joy of my girls
my girl...
good to interject drinking with some spike of
the weeds
in the water i dwelt
and in the fire i dwelt and in the earth
but Boss: your soundchecks sound better than
some bands...
notably the headache AC/DC men of your age:
Hans Zimmer and the sardaukar chant...
too much Mongolian...
beer and rock and country jazz and some wind
i just wanted to thank New Jersey and
all the Home Counties like
Essex is New Jersey...
white boy beyond blues
and you know the black boys in the team
responding to bad cue-ing: past Q U E E U Q U U e
at least he didn't play: born in the FSA (federal
states of america: because
Hawaii is post American bordering
old daddy Japan and Polynesia my lost continent
little dots on the map
where one mountains and rivers and great cities
grew...
i'm starting to believe in music once more:
as i believe in whiskey
and marijuana
and it's no good drinking 70cl
then smoking:
Adolph Wintertime
Autumnal farts and copper for gold
in the glee of finally tired
spring young teen waking
summer us our lot
autumn this last attempt
to venture into the winter of sleep..
weird sort of experience:
couldn't sleep from 6am and then came 12am
and i was not buzzing
just quizzed:
no Bob Dylan is not as relevant
or... well Tom Petty...
so i updated my mobile: put up personalized
photographs of Reyla and Edie
and i realized that
well: each time i was checking the time
i was looking at pictures of you two:
four to be exact:
he didn't play human touch...
but this was Thursday and not Saturday:
maybe he'll do the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Special of two set-lists...
and instead of Dancing in the Dark
he will play Human Touch...
i'd have an ******...
every time i was playing with my phone to find
a watch
i realized i was showing pictures
of Edie and Reyla to my coworkers...
and something became translated that otherwise
would be simply: mentioned:
those three ******* wanted to go for a cigarette
break: me and ... stayed behind..
strange to believe in music again:
no turn pop and bugglebum bubblegum sweetheart
pop songs of Taylor:
how salvaging the ancients with Brie Sunshine...
for once i left a gig
without a headache without that fog of sound:
drowning letters in the form
of music:
stressed beside the quest for semblance
of silence:
by the quantum of each letter
sung, spoken: thought of...
Taylor does terrible gimmick storyhours:
no drag queens??
Bruce was: 3 hours solid:
all attired in a half missing suit
just a shirt
and that frock of bullet finding
or buttons piercing...
parading bulls too...
and all the escapees of:
my constipated verses
with reading Hemingway...
Walt Whitman and Bob Dylan
Ernest Hemingway
and Bruce Springsteen...
this idiot on a bicycle: this "job" in the making
was close to making me late to work:
one wheeling down the 103 route
from Petits Lane
to North Street on the A12...
his friends abandoned him:
the boys on the bus asked if they knew him:
some did: problem child:
just so pride of morality:
as most of should have been
that young and reckless: ambitiously nihilistic:
that was the same day?
****...
i switch off and suppose i switch on...
tough cheese:
somehow Parmesan
in Pomerania...
dearest, i find music again:
i didn't have to allow a faking of needing
the gigging repertoire
of familiar songs...
the song remains and i know the burden
of genius of the insatiable demand of PRINT
send ERROR...
i came home
by allowing my body to speak get touched
this impeding summoning that
requires us all to veto the democracy of
living with the chastising via the toppling
vitro empire with
mort in vivo: death in glass...
best to keep the vitro pristine:
like German concern for purity in beer:
no need to give them 2nd whereabouts within
the confines of German men liking African women...
sorry but i have other fetishes...
south American: Arabic... olive skinned...
flaying...
asking questions...
1. lonesome day
2. seeds
3. my love will not let you down
4. no surrender
5. ghosts
6. letter to you
7. promised land
8. hungry heart
9. spirit in the night
10. reason to believe
11. atlantic city
12. youngstown
13. long walk home
14. e street shuffle
15. nightshift
16. racing in the street
17. the river
18. last man standing
19. backstreets
20. because the night
21. she's the one
22. wrecking ball
23. the rising
24. badlands
25. thunder road
(encore)
26. land of hope and dreams
27. born to run
28. bobby jean
29. dancing in the dark
30. 10th avenue freeze-out
31. twist & shout
32. i'll see you in my dreams
more so than Bob Dylan...
i really started to believe in music again:
i've ******* into failing
asleep on a loop
from Christopher Young's Something to Think
about from the Hellraiser soundtrack
to now mesmerized i quit music is nothing
fun but a cognitive classical
when there was ever a convenient fireplace
of the spades and soap of t.v.
bad idea Boss: to drink and smoke a joint
later:
can't experience the joy of my girls
my girl...
good to interject drinking with some spike of
the weeds
in the water i dwelt
and in the fire i dwelt and in the earth
but Boss: your soundchecks sound better than
some bands...
notably the headache AC/DC men of your age:
Hans Zimmer and the sardaukar chant...
too much Mongolian...
beer and rock and country jazz and some wind
i just wanted to thank New Jersey and
all the Home Counties like
Essex is New Jersey...
white boy beyond blues
and you know the black boys in the team
responding to bad cue-ing: past Q U E E U Q U U e
at least he didn't play: born in the FSA (federal
states of america: because
Hawaii is post American bordering
old daddy Japan and Polynesia my lost continent
little dots on the map
where one mountains and rivers and great cities
grew...
i'm starting to believe in music once more:
as i believe in whiskey
and marijuana
and it's no good drinking 70cl
then smoking:
Adolph Wintertime
Autumnal farts and copper for gold
in the glee of finally tired
spring young teen waking
summer us our lot
autumn this last attempt
to venture into the winter of sleep..
weird sort of experience:
couldn't sleep from 6am and then came 12am
and i was not buzzing
just quizzed:
no Bob Dylan is not as relevant
or... well Tom Petty...
so i updated my mobile: put up personalized
photographs of Reyla and Edie
and i realized that
well: each time i was checking the time
i was looking at pictures of you two:
four to be exact:
he didn't play human touch...
but this was Thursday and not Saturday:
maybe he'll do the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Special of two set-lists...
and instead of Dancing in the Dark
he will play Human Touch...
i'd have an ******...
every time i was playing with my phone to find
a watch
i realized i was showing pictures
of Edie and Reyla to my coworkers...
and something became translated that otherwise
would be simply: mentioned:
those three ******* wanted to go for a cigarette
break: me and ... stayed behind..
strange to believe in music again:
no turn pop and bugglebum bubblegum sweetheart
pop songs of Taylor:
how salvaging the ancients with Brie Sunshine...
for once i left a gig
without a headache without that fog of sound:
drowning letters in the form
of music:
stressed beside the quest for semblance
of silence:
by the quantum of each letter
sung, spoken: thought of...
Taylor does terrible gimmick storyhours:
no drag queens??
Bruce was: 3 hours solid:
all attired in a half missing suit
just a shirt
and that frock of bullet finding
or buttons piercing...
parading bulls too...
and all the escapees of:
my constipated verses
with reading Hemingway...
Walt Whitman and Bob Dylan
Ernest Hemingway
and Bruce Springsteen...
this idiot on a bicycle: this "job" in the making
was close to making me late to work:
one wheeling down the 103 route
from Petits Lane
to North Street on the A12...
his friends abandoned him:
the boys on the bus asked if they knew him:
some did: problem child:
just so pride of morality:
as most of should have been
that young and reckless: ambitiously nihilistic:
that was the same day?
****...
i switch off and suppose i switch on...
tough cheese:
somehow Parmesan
in Pomerania...
dearest, i find music again:
i didn't have to allow a faking of needing
the gigging repertoire
of familiar songs...
the song remains and i know the burden
of genius of the insatiable demand of PRINT
send ERROR...
i came home
by allowing my body to speak get touched
this impeding summoning that
requires us all to veto the democracy of
living with the chastising via the toppling
vitro empire with
mort in vivo: death in glass...
best to keep the vitro pristine:
like German concern for purity in beer:
no need to give them 2nd whereabouts within
the confines of German men liking African women...
sorry but i have other fetishes...
south American: Arabic... olive skinned...
flaying...
asking questions...
