Another Nostalgia Trip For the Kid
blinded by a rhythm that died a long time ago
i revive the beat and myself everytime i press the fingerprint
today i mark with makeshift age spots
nowadays i decorate with a few long forgotten notes
perhaps i should put a jazzy overtone with an undertone of latin flavor
maybe then i would love it instead of list it
sipping on the cream soda of my playlist
i survive on a deserted island long ago overtaken manure in the form of quicksand
hey, quicksand, perhaps i will pull out that 45 and go on a closed eye trip to detroit
then again, hold up, LIFE.....i cannot leave for i am behind all daughters named billie
i will just throw on a fox trot compilation in my mind and find 78 ways to fry modern times
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2019
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