Jem and the Firestones

radial run
the dust and the rum
roll a weed stix
get your love fix
the leather creaking
in the love shift

television ballads
bed sheet splay
snowflake foreplay
drifting down in
sweet abandon
to a candles flicking
tongue
insence
and lipgloss
intoxicants
and numbing wonder pills
melting in the mouth
the trip is about to begin
is everybody in
(morrisons line)

Lines on the highway
Lines on the table
glass full of scratches
like the worn out queen
sized matress
vintage cars held
together
elongated in style
the tiny woman
driver held up
with pillows
and espedrills on
the pedals
She floors it
and fishtails
pulls it together
while the needle
digs ninety

cassette slammed
in
the Byrds sing
Eight Miles High
and the cap from
Hiram and Walker
goes out the window
the nerves shot
sunlight shattering
my gunshot eyes
the metallic gloss
smile
and a grip on the wheel
lifes zooming fast
grab the day life
theives cheap
steal

offramp rubber burn
idling tidy at the downtown
lights
while a fiery sun
streaks everything
golden
on brickwork and
design thats olden

I want to puke
I so badly need a fix
my baby knows
she while hold my
tie...dig the prick
the
Moment of The Pinch
and drop the needle
to the vinyl
while she boils
her hot tar pitch

memories gone
in a rush
watched em crush
that car
in 96'

nothing lasts
forever
hold the moment
in your hands
like sand
bleeding fast
you feel the percussion
of the blast
wake up sweating
like its october
knowing its never
gonna be over

hands shaking
as you tip a glass
of the cheapest
super nova
to calm the comet
calamities
and slip
into the calm
insanity

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