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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Johnny Thunders… Room 37. John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze, Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose. Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball, But would never cut his hair that was his little league downfall…. That and his bad dad, but Johnny Volume would soon rule.. Along with the Jaywalkers at Quintano High School. Then in sixty eight he would go to Fillmore East, At a bar called "Nobody"'"s"on Bleeker Street He would learn to drink his Bourbon ice so neat. Then he was a sales clerk at the Da Nazz Leather Shop, He would meet some future Dolls, then they were the "Actress"'"s." But it was just a whistle stop.. Renamed Johnny Thunders after a comic book of the same name, The New York Dolls were formed His life would never be the same… Two critically acclaimed Albums "The New York Dolls" "Too much too soon" But both commercially void, Not enough to buy a Coke spoon.. In seventy five the Dolls broke up Those trash glams all with attitude , Even bands today look back With nothing but hard rock gratitude. Johnny then formed The Heartbreakers ,released one brilliant LP Los Angeles Mother F@kers Know as L.A.M.F. What an album I do decree… Though I still love "So Alone" A solo of such class.. He drifted here and there, Then it was alas… He lasted till nineteen ninety one, His heroin a complete addiction.. But his death it was a mystery There should have been a murder conviction! Many rumours surround his death, I do suspect foul play. St Peters House Hotel, New Orleans, such a great cliché. Gangster dealers gave him LSD Ripped off his Methadone supply.. Pretty sure they killed him, Such a sad goodbye. His room number was thirty seven, It was ransacked of all his possessions, What is known for certain, Is there has never been no confessions.. "You can"t put your arms around a memory, Don"t try don"t try.. You"'re just a bastard kid And you got no name Cause you"re living with me We"re one and the same." Nice one Johnny.. Sadly missed.
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