Listen to ONE
Listen to Down Wilshire
~ ONE ~
see my movie. buy my cd.
watch me. sell me. flaunt me.
respect me. fear me. love me.
hate me. “take me serious”.
you are my creator,
yet you will obey my every word.
and my every word will join the host of deities you will worship, in praise of my existence.
oh wait… here it comes….a word upon which you can cling:
~ ONE ~
a click of the tongue, a somber-serio look, and yes, quite yesly a chic, resounding :snap: of the fingers.
people of earth, we’ve come in peace
in fact, we invented the idea.
world peace(TM) wrapped up before dinner time
packaged conveniently in a bracelet of white
people of earth, we’ll solve your problems.
you can be a part of the solution
and what’s more…..
you get to be snazz-trendy while doing it.
ONE.
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so my fingers say random things at 1:15am-ish. sue me. here’s another one…
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down wilshire, kid.
passed the soulless silver and hollow homes
through the empty emerald and bitter bronze
glam-sham glitter dances carefully in a compact for two.
oh sir, whatever will I do?
i’ve seen the masks and heard the screams
the stink of expensive stage makeup
is thick and warm on this cold dead night
well, kid, down wilshire,
flee the cling of the clammy white corpse
on the corner of culver
pass the palisades and
dodge the naked women of the night in nuys.
don’t worry kid, you’ll be fine.
down wilshire, wilshire boulevard nine.
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