Come forward young poet and teIl me your tales of youthful existence, let your words flow forth with freedom your call let eyes see new meaning in the world that you know
My music's my heartbeat my camera my friend I've no room for ego swag isn't my trend. I sit in my bedroom as vinyl spins round I walk through this life with both feet on the ground.
So tell me dear poet what moves you to write as you sit in your chamber late into the night?
My hero writes lyrics like none have before, one man, now my namesake did open the door. He writes of depression and bitterness strong I subscribe to his outlook I'm sure we'd get along. Some say he's acerbic judgemental, a ***** But I really love him and think he's the ****.
Then take inspiration, as it comes to you As last night I dreamt somebody loved me too.
A pair of Smith's fans we! I started, then Morrissey and so forth..