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Sustained by madness. Sustained by Darkness

Heroes and Fuck-ups bounding through time

I sit alone. I raise a strong drink

To your songs. Your words in think black ink

And lives lived. Not fairy tales but flesh and blood

Rimbaud on the Red Sea. Strummer in the slum

Plath at her daddy’s grave. Hunter with his gun

These Punks. These Cowards

These Mad Dogs of Glory

Bukowski on a binge in the streets of L. A

Those who lived hard cause they could see no other way

Push a little towards me

These Mad Dogs of Glory

What you were born to be. What you become

And what is left of a man when his work is done

It’s hard to imagine. It’s hard to conceive

Your abuse. Your failures. Your boredom. Your years of uncertainty

Too Human. All Too Human. This Breathing in and out

Breathe in. Breathe Out

Miller in the tropics. Lorca murdered in the street

Richey at the Severn Bridge feeling incomplete

From here to eternity

These Mad Dogs of Glory

An orphan who spoke the silent language of love

A victim of an American witch hunt. A victim of his times

These Mad Dogs of Glory

Sustained by Madness. Sustained by Darkness

Push a little bit of light towards me

These mad dogs of glory

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