Melbourne's Dylan?
"But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room,
and I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom.
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June,
but one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin."
- from Augie March's album Moo, You Bloody Choir
and I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom.
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June,
but one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin."
- from Augie March's album Moo, You Bloody Choir
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And in them all we fight to stay awake
Drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
She had nothing left to say so she said she loved me
I stood there grateful for the lie
Drink enough of anything to make this girl look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
Turn summer trees to bones and ice
Turn insect songs against the night
With words we build and words we break
I'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
Maybe I could use you to reassure myself
I wouldn't wish this indecision on anybody else
I'll drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
And when the sun smiles how could it be wrong
The last horizons I could see are now resigned to memories
I never thought I'd still be here today
Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
RIP Doug Hopkins and thank you for creating your songs before you checked out ( ... )
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