June 2012
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This overriding feeling of being destined for greatness never quite leaves, it can be traumatising and may be a sign of concerning narcissism but fuck it, I'm still convinced.
LYRIC FROTH - Sterling, by Strand of Oaks.
I drank myself to sleep
Every night of last week
Then I walked to the Boscov’s store
To buy a case of Crazy Horse
I dreamt I stayed in the Sterling
In the same bed as Kennedy
Jackie and Johnny and Caroline would ride up the mainline
The last stop is Carbondale
Where John once found some Jermyn tail
And his Irish and Jermyn son had
Wrote a story called Kill Dragon
It was a huge hit in the youth group scene
Cause he pledged toward celibacy
I saw him coming…
This year I’m going to work on stability
This year I’m going to try and keep
My friends close to me
And I hope one day to have half as much
Of my grandpa’s integrity
I saw him coming…
I saw Kennedy, in the Hotel Sterling
He told me everything, that I knew we’d both been feeling
So we sat on the ledge and looked down toward the West end
That’s where I drank myself to sleep
Just to get some company
I saw him coming…
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