I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty little bar.
I was working on a novel called New Orleans Ain't No City - It's a Scar.
The heroine does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King.
He says,
VALENTINE
Firefly
Oppenheimer
Stoned
nineteen
Question...?
Big Brown Eyes
Jagged
Indefinitely
Murder (Or A Heart Attack)
What I Wouldn't Do
St. Ignatius
Eu Não Sei o Que É Natal (Mas o Natal Chegou)
Timebomb
Am I Too Late
Firefly
Let the Idiot Speak
Broadway
Dressing Room Walls
Book of Poems