Further back

Tonight I sat with some friends of mine,

And drank beer and talked bollocks.

And he sold me some dope

And it was suggested that I get a dog.

They then went home and I moved to the bar.

I spoke to the barmaid and watched her.

And then I went home too. And smoked some

Of this excellent dope. And wrote this bullshit.

But the music was good.

It’s always going to be this way.

But that’s OK because I know it could be worse.


I’m going to fly across a desert,

And sail across an ocean

And see the moon watching me

From amidst a billion bright stars.

I promise you.

And one day,

I might even make love again.

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