Monday, January 11, 2016

Where have all Papa's heroes gone?

Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?

Any more, yeah. Lots.

My generation ain't no young Americans no more, and David Bowie is dead.
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

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