lyrics when his mother told him a month ago that they were moving to south carolina he was pissed off. beyond pissed off. “next year is senior year! are you kidding me?!” his mother’s tears killed his protest in an instant. he had never seen his mother cry before.
lyrics number 26. five percent of the way there… on an odd association, his son’s war experience shifts into his experience in the armed services in the early fifties, which reads more like a vacation. a singular shapshot of freedom and ease and shameless hedonism. how much is real and how much has been rung […]
lyrics number 23. a mystical number for fans of psychic tv and throbbing gristle. and the chicago bulls. i realized after i posted last week’s song that that the memory parade of our protagonist had begun in the late 30s with a 30s style song. figured the next milestone should happen in the early 50s, […]