Thursday, August 25, 2011

She Would Have Killed Them. Crew Sounder. Game Preview.

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.

Ctrl + click this:::David Bowie.

Pushing thru the market square
so many mothers crying
News had just come over
we had five years left to sigh in
News guy wept and told us
earth, was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse,
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to get everything in there
so many people
all the short fat people
and all the nobody people
and all the some-bo-dy people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children.
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them.
A soldier with a broken arm,
fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac.
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine,
don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you walk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes

... brain hurts a lot.
Happy Friday, Saturday ink.

Crew v. Seattle Sounders, Seattle. 4:00 PM

... and if Irene cooperates, McCracken will be in Columbus this weekend.

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