ayayay, Francis, whenever I hear the phrase “true story” I think of Talking Heads and David Byrne and that great movie from the mid-80ies and John Goodman as “The Country Bachelor” and “People Like Us” and “we don’t want freedom, we don’t want justice. we just want someone to love”
there are many stories like that out there, pal, and they’re all true … 😀
And between this deep shadows & the sun, when the last lady finally dressed & gone, we found ourselves running through the night chasing our shadows. Our shadows. The remaining companions. While the night covers all these lost downtown souls, brother of mine!
ay, Fritsch, buddy, where would we be without those deep, dark shadows when the sun’s become too piercing and overpowering, where would we be without a dark night after the daylight’s broken us to the ground? where would we be without those nights when the last lady’s left and there’s nothing to do but chase down those
where would we be without songs of roving and rambling and just plain hard luck, huh?