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SPahrk + Frankie Miller I’ll tell you a story‘Bout a night on the town.We started off drinkin’ at 5pBy the time I was throughNear wore out my shoesI visited every known dive. All the lights in the alleyFall dim on the groundWhen you’re trying to findYour way home.And the all-night ladiesWith their perfume so fineWon’t […]
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SPahrk May all the music makersGet closer to the sourceMay the world hear our musicAnd may it hear yours. May we never stop listeningOr dreamin’ of what’s in store.May we blast it from the roof topsAnd sing at your front door. ‘Cuz the music never really stops playin’.It all just keeps rattlin’ in our heads.And […]
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You ain’t gonna read this. Hell, who can blame ya? The world is burning… Plus, you probably get a hundred of these oh-please-please-listen-to-my-band type of letters. So don’t, whatever. I’m not gonna sit here and describe the music to you as if that matters at all. To really know what music sounds like, you just […]
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By: SPaHrk We can feel it now. All around us it lurks. Unrecognized headlights rolling up and down the streets, too slowly to be normal residents of this ghostly city; this dimly lit neighborhood. We can feel it now. The paranoia lurks beneath our feet. Like a dense fog that grows upside down; from the […]
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Billy the Kid (as he preferred to be called) whipped out both fists from his white linen uniform pockets in the shape of two finger guns. With a startling jolt into an upright sitting position from his former slouch, Kevin Bucannon, or Billy the Kid, startles Nurse Glinda and menacingly utters, “See? See there sweetheart? I coulda killed ya. I coulDAKILLEDYA! I coulda killed ya! Coulda killed ya! BUT. I don’t wanna kill ya, see? I want to eat! EAT!”
