I’ve got a black and white television
I’ve got an indigo gas oven
I’ve got holes in my head
Holes in my head
I’ve got filthy rotten wall to wall
I’ve got a couch made out of corduroy
My cat’s dyin’, words flyin’
Leakin’ from the shower stall and that’s not all
I can’t believe the things I hear
Falling from the atmosphere
Sexual atrocities are happening right over me
And I can’t sleep
Living under June
Living under her
—Brunette Arden
This article appears in Jun 11-17, 2015.
It sounds to me like you’re living on Lower Water Street.
I gave it an 85 Dick, because it had a good beat and you could dance to it.
Don’t give up your day job…
Well, Jann Arden was able to quit her day job . . . we can all dream, can’t we?
Stay in school.
What! I go away for a few days and on the day I come back, everyone’s smoking crack?!