Energy and passion and anger and frustration
You can’t find it in the words of hacks and posers
But in every desperate word of real poets
Howling against the …
Where does the road go?
Where does the highway end?
What will I do when the road turns to sand
And there’s nobody there and there’s no friends?
I’m thinking…
I used to sing
Don’t let me down
But I let myself down
I used to sing
Manic Monday
But every day is Monday
I used to sing
You can’t always get what you …
Energy and passion and anger and frustration You can’t find it in the words of hacks and posers But in every desperate word of real poets Howling against the tide of reality, screaming into the night