Goodbye is a bullshit word. There’s too much finality in goodbye. I don’t say it.
The world turns, it always has, you find one another, and you find one another again and again and again, in this life and the lives to follow.
The radio station in my head has been blasting this song for the last two hours.
It’s the Velvet Underground ladies and gentlemen.
With a song that goes.
A little something.
Like this.
Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not the shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Say a word for Polly May
She can’t tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for Joanna Love
She ain’t got nothing at all
‘Cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin’
You know she ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
She ain’t got nothing at all
-ST
Stfu where did you find such a fucking keef zeef photo of a kak band. I would sleep with all of them if i was gay and didnt like Klapping gym boet and blonde belters so much.