Manipal Blues - Page 1

oh do remind me of those days
i had spent with friends in drunken haze
vile and senile pride in stride walk step hop through all divides
there was always pungent smoke sifting through the pungent doors
dismaying decaying burgers under them u.v lights
stoned on roads and hills and every broken night
watching the silver moon till the sun grows a spine
cryin and gruntin and pissin on wine
cigarettes and lost bets and stone cold beds
the train rides to the holy land
the beaches with the golden sand
and we'd climb up the hill with hoffman in hand
and let our wretched minds expand
dylan for breakfast lennon for lunch
and for dinner blind melon with rum and punch
then there was the blunder done
of having bad taste in women(god knows what i saw in that fair transparent one)
but that was all forgotten forgiven
when there was substance to abuse forbidden
from open bar to thalloors
escaping from the donts and do's
and drunken brawls come from drunken abuse
and the riding home like tipsy zeus
these were the days with the long haired men
when music would play for hours ten
these where the binges that made my pen
and then came the early morning marijuana zen
oh how easy was it to write then
oh how pleasing t'would have been to die then