Reality is peeking in
The music fills the slack
Was it all a crazy dream?
When will it bring me back?
Why do we yearn for yesterday?
Why can’t we live for now?
The bricks of time have crumbled
And the builder takes a bow
No knowledge then of sex or drugs
But rock n roll was real
Musicians in the modern world
Can only rape and steal
Guitars wailing in the night
Like wounded, cornered prey
The singers howled like demons
And the drummers made us sway
It’s just not music anymore
Our souls know no vibration
True artistry has disappeared
On permanent vacation
Is this the speech my father gave
To me when I was young?
When one day it all vanished
To the melodies I sung?
Perhaps I’ll keep an open mind
and give it one more chance?
Nah, never mind, it fucking sucks
And makes me shit my pants
C. Derick Miller's Gonzo Journals 
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