“Remove the bullet from my head…”
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Step into the Leon Bridges time machine.
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“I’d like to go there…”
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Inside you the time moves and she don’t fade…
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Like some of you, I love John Frusciante. His ups and downs have been similar to many of our own struggles. I know that he won’t always be okay and that he might fall down again and it will break my heart. The same goes for me too. When I slept in empty houses and alone in my car, I shoplifted batteries so I could play Under the Bridge fifty more times on my headphones. I still love that song and shoplifting.
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For @Calyxander
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I’m sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough
In these last days
Her tears
Fell on her pages found me well
On her words I don’t know what
To do or say
Wading through
Warm canals and pools clear blue
Where Tuscarawas flow into
The Great Lakes
Riding back
To where the highway met
Dead end tracks
The ground is now cement and glass
And far away
Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio
Green green youth
What about the sweetness we knew
What about what’s good what’s true
From those days
Can’t count to
All the lovers I’ve burned through
So why do I still burn for you
I can’t say
Sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough in these last days
Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio
Children bless
And gather round the bed she rests
So poor and cold in their Midwest
Moon and sun
Flashes bringing on
My open eyes to lightning storm
The touch of mist felt soft, felt warm
On my face
Graving dreams
A million miles ago you seem
A star that I just don’t see
Anymore
Words long gone
Lost on journeys we walked on
Lost are voices heard along the way
Sorry for
Never going by your door
Never feeling love like that
Anymore
Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio
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