rain sreaks through the neon
wind howls in the bones
no lover to lean on
you're on the street alone

no stars in the auburn sky
they're all under your feet
the city beconed with a lie
and now you're on the street

-chorus-
you were once so proud and bold
now you're on the street of souls
you were young and now you're old
out there on the street of souls


you've slept in front of Grauman's
you've been to cattle calls
it's no place for a woman
my, how the mighty fall

there's a story of a starlet
took a header off the sign
they said she was a harlot
Hollywood can grind...

-chorus-

you walk along the Boulevard
an agent straight from hell
had given you his business card
but you lost that as well

now you look at all the stars
you tread on as you walk
you speak of all your fancy cars
but all it is is talk

you had a chance, you had your fame
in front of the news-cam
you have no one else to blame
you are just a sham

-chorus-


soulsurvivor
(C) 10/30/2015

The smell of firewood. The
Sounds it makes when burning.
Yellow light dancing on the
Paintings I made for my
Livingroom walls.

The ghost of my cat curled up
By my feet on the sofa.
Outside, the wind grabs
Branches and brushes them
Against the house.

I sit like this for hours.
Barely thinking; just being
Part of the room.
A song. A poem. Barely hidden
In the air.

i hope someday
you'll find an old picture of me
and you'll wonder
if i still love music
more than life itself
or i i still request
a pinky promise
upon agreement
and maybe you'll even wonder
if i wonder
about you

We die young
scary to think
but is it the truth?
Men killing each other
over a pair of shoes
It's not that pathetic, is it?
whatever the cause
We die young
leaving behind a memory
Was he nice?
they all say that he was.
But now he's doing twenty years to life
All because of killing someone
Whatever the cause
We die young