Blue note

I used to listen to Winehouse in the greenhouse and the windows cried in pain. I had Gillespie in the conservatory and Kitt in the kitchen, but I saved Brenda Lee for the bedroom see ’cause she was the queen. I had them all running recordings in my head, Dave Dee, Fats Domino, Bono, Callas…

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Broken strings

You can’t remember the name the face the place where you met the games you once played and where you lived then decays in the memories you cannot recall. I think that says enough, says it all. Passing your prime was the crime perpetrated, a murder and time is the corpse. Gather your thoughts in…

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