... cats? What cats?
Strays. Orphans. Delinquents who rule Treasure Town.
They live by the law of the jungle.
The city is their playground.
Underestimate them and you’ll kiss asphalt ...
... cats? What cats?
Strays. Orphans. Delinquents who rule Treasure Town.
They live by the law of the jungle.
The city is their playground.
Underestimate them and you’ll kiss asphalt ...
Paper money is bigger than metal money. Nine comes after eight. And Spring comes after winter, right, Black? Is that right? Black, when the sky turns black why do I feel so blue?
… he’s knocking on everyones door
common … a bed without stains is just pathetic!
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the window …
the wind blows hard today …
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
never know that he’s in there …
sitting on the camouflaged seats in the metro
hunched over in black clothes
… still pretending to be me