Through drunken alleyways, cathedrals dressed up as brothels, and peering into Desolation Row, you have to go through the deliriously-insane gutters of a Rolling Avenue to find a new home..
Saturday, August 28, 2010
These Are Not My People
by Johnny Rivers.
I don't think I need to say anything else.
Blow this cool, Johnny. Baauumshoobydoowah, ohh yeah.
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