't give a shit what punk has to say anymore. Man, "shit has changed". No kidding. There's no more room for me. Must reinvent the wheels that take us from A to E. No more
I don't know what to do with myself when I'm down. <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Patience is paper thin, it draws
swallowed it whole. I'm beaming from moonlight. Shining through. Half past that minute it's gone. One day I'll have a story to tell about the young
You. Me. The bark of the tree. Eating of the grass. Easy to spit out. Not the first. The bite it hurts. We're old enough to say that we're old enough
I don't recall how it all started. I tripped on a bass line. Now my guitar screams loud about living, loud about love, loud about loathing myself. When
The day is airy. The spring window is open. I got one leg out and just might descend. It's not far. Just two feet from me and the sun. A grin begins