From The Start July 5, 2009
Posted by Never Red in Uncategorized.Tags: everything, life story, lyrics, memories, poem
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Proud of the Kingdom, till I was 13
My first real freedom; lying and stealing,
Cheating the systems of “London – 19″,
Smiling… But below my skin I’d scream!
Ronald Regan sent terror to Saddam
Learnt my first life lesson off Maxi Jazz
Everything I know escaped the past
Hoody taught me this life’s just a blast
And I hated France but for Paris in the snow
My first rhetorical question, “Where should I go?”
Always loved Croatia since those Euro’s
But a few years back I hit an all time low
Through 4 operations, lost track of time
My first real dreams – being on the front line
Finding a home and dying with pride – (Ha!)
Too fucking scared to wear this great flag…
Romantic en-devours of various names
First new adventures were 2 climbing games
Decade later, drinking – Just felt the same
American sluts that later became “lame”
Yet for 3 months I never even cared
Last blast from the past this one – I swear!
Euphoric conditions and maniac stares
Manic renditions, loving everywhere!
To Be Continued?
