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  Feb 2 Jimmy silker
Nick Moore
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night,
It makes her so happy,
It's just outta sight,
Yeah,
Just outta sight,
She sings it
High,
She sings it
Low,
I
Can't make out the words
But
Dad
Seems to know.

And their singing all night,  
Yeah,
It's just outta sight,
Momma got a song,
She sings late at night.

Mamma's singing high
And Dad's
Singing low,
I wish I
Knew the words
But I just don't know,
Oh yeah
I just don't know
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night.
Not a poem, so technically not for here.
Wanted to capture the feel of 70s rock songs, that hint at something else.
Jimmy silker Feb 2
I saw a vid of Dave Grohl
Out of Nirvana
Talking about his first meeting with Lemmy
The man was his idol
He was sat at the bar of a festival they was both playing
Years after Kurt died
Grohl was nervous of course
Didn't want to **** up
Finally plucked up the courage
To talk his god
He introduced himself
Told Kilmeister
He was his beginning and end
Lemmy looked him square in the eye
Said
I'm sorry for what happened to your friend.
I've got his autograph somewhere on a Motörhead catering sign
Purloined by a friend,I 'll have to dig it out.
Jimmy silker Feb 2
Why do so many of us love David Lynch?
When most of us don't know
Just what is his sthick?
Is it dark in the light
Or the other way round?
Is it in the framing
And or maybe the sound
Beyond the music
The rumble within
Weirdness for weirdness sake
Where does one begin
To begin the begin
Sit on the ride on mower
Think of them that you love
Let your journey begin
Maybe he'll show you.
Jimmy silker Feb 2
Point a political gun
At your friend
Demand to know
What went where and when
Formulate your argument
But like Marty put it
The time circuits are bent
I can't calculate it
Beware the knowers
Like Bukowski said
They'll tell you your fine
When you're already dead.
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