by veepho

Tomorrow, you asked me to be your muse,
I g
ently caressed and blew your fuse.

So come with me into the dark,
warning: I will break the spark.

Pick my brain and braid my hair,
I’ll return the favour: lay you bare.

We’ll play your harmonica until it bleeds,
Into our black hearts, where monsters feed.

So bring a seed onto our bus,
we’ll grow it with our loving cuts.

the ramones 1979 | by bob gruen | light up my guitar, find your fame