The politics of representation
It all will end
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
But I was there. I was there in 1968. I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band. I told him, “Don’t do it that way. You’ll never make a dime.”
Into work still not sure if doing two shifts Barton is on it and I want the drive but I’m still not I want to be a chatter box
I have never felt this cold before
All my friends they look the same to me
And your grey skys wont take away all my sunshine
I called you up and you weren’t there and I was brokenhearted
My life is a hashtag 