mark lanegan blues
there’s something to be said for the wild for the bacchanal
squandering your light for darkness revel in your abandon
my punk poet grungeguy died of covid coma+eviscerate
ribs broken fell while dropkicking the round orb with nails
his wife declined the proffered trache lest it destroy his
gravelpit voice
i didn’t cry for Bowie but this unglam rocker got in
in my squandered dreams i wanna be like him not 35 yrs
a slave to: mortgage marriage +monog i took the road most
travelled fucccck
troubadour visions on a pyre of tradition in like a lion out like a
failedrebel ouchhh okay still time to worship the debauch
all is not lost yet
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..whatever was in this shitwagon i’d caught a ride on, it was
no joke.. this thing was trying to dismantle me body+soul..
(Mark Lanegan on his deathbed this week)
Winter 2022 ..RIP M.L. raising hell in heaven..
songanddancegirl 