Think of the classic
Think of classics
Men of stature
Dress shirt button up
White shirt black tie
Our man like Langston
Wash us with your words
We think of you
Silver metal, typing machine
They are the classic
We continue their journey
We watch, and we listen
To the journey
To their words
To their worlds
We take the walk
We follow their path
The journey of the classic
Last chance
Make this one up
To them
To us
Betrayer lay in the dark
He will be slain and lay dark forever
Some will dance on his grave
Others will pour whiskey
I will do neither
For I will be the one to plant the knife
Hit that road boys
Keep searching for it
Those days before
Believe it boys, the memories are now
Drive again, by those ghetto sites, graffiti nights.
Those asking for change
Friends drink and exchange the news
Those are the times,
The fiction you now crave, you long for
Keep going boys
Keep pushing
Drinks on the blood
Good times will roll
Headlights, haze, gypsy girl daze
We heard it
We saw it
Searching the crawl
The youth
Searching the search
We’re deep in it now
We’re in it again
Make those memories boys
Make it real
Hit that road
Keep searching boys
Hey Everyone,
Happy New Year!!
Starting this month Gavin will be a contributing writer on the website Forces of Geek! His column about toys and toy collecting will run twice monthly. Please stop by and check out the site!
