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Postcard
always picked last
for sports and friends
the die was cast
would it ever end?
then one day, he chose
hopped on a bus
of what arose
one hundred bucks
and a guitar
all his dreams now
didn't seem far.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
from a New York penthouse
he talks on the phone
bookings and managers
he made it, after all
still sends the odd card home
while he pops his aderall
and gin and coke.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
(MUSIC BREAK)
the music died one day
in the town he was to play
a bottle of gin by his side
and a pill bottle, prescribed
the postcard sent home
now was him, in a box with chrome.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
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Free Verse style going adapted into an Indie Rock song.
No one here gets out alive and what lies 'beyond' the veil is a Gnostic mystery ....
for sports and friends
the die was cast
would it ever end?
then one day, he chose
hopped on a bus
of what arose
one hundred bucks
and a guitar
all his dreams now
didn't seem far.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
from a New York penthouse
he talks on the phone
bookings and managers
he made it, after all
still sends the odd card home
while he pops his aderall
and gin and coke.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
(MUSIC BREAK)
the music died one day
in the town he was to play
a bottle of gin by his side
and a pill bottle, prescribed
the postcard sent home
now was him, in a box with chrome.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
he sent a postcard
home from Radio City
all is well when the living's not hard
to make his first million
a distinct possibility
and still on mom's fireplace
sits the postcard.
---------------------------
Free Verse style going adapted into an Indie Rock song.
No one here gets out alive and what lies 'beyond' the veil is a Gnostic mystery ....
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