crank up the old vitrola
and play me something ancient
let the static sing
us to sleep
let patti smith
**** us slowly with her blues
crank up the old vitrola
we can cram love poems
into empty wine jugs
and roll them down the street
crank up the old vitrola
as all hope dies and
the chorus repeats
crank up the old vitrola
i've got time to ****
and a lover to love
crank up the old vitrola
we've got nine more bottles
to drink
before sunrise
nine more poems
to write
before we close our eyes
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
crank up the old vitrola
and play me something ancient
let the static sing
us to sleep
let patti smith
**** us slowly with her blues
crank up the old vitrola
we can cram love poems
into empty wine jugs
and roll them down the street
crank up the old vitrola
as all hope dies and
the chorus repeats
crank up the old vitrola
i've got time to ****
and a lover to love
crank up the old vitrola
we've got nine more bottles
to drink
before sunrise
nine more poems
to write
before we close our eyes
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