once upon a time
we were living in canterwell
not far from the rotunda
not far from chaucey's pad
rollocking chat him
(if a little crusty)
when one day punk legend and medium pizza hater
Ed showed up with his chitarra
we were just sitting on the porchcouch having a beer
and...
i mean
i was a fan
but to have him show up announced
(not to mention uninvited)
how did he find us?
bit stalky if you ask me...
it was an overcast day
he had his leather jacket buttoned up
and was being his usual imperious moody git self
striking poses and working the 2 person crowd
there on the porch
keeping it acoustic
because there was elderly couple in the next unit
and some privileged nob heads next door
he didnt miss a beat
when the audi driver flew down the driveway to unit 4
it truly was touching
his dedication to us
twas almost a serenadage
he looked into our eyes
from under his floppy fringe
and strummed away
and told us about the way he made us feel
and ooh myyy
he made us feel like we were the only people on the porch...
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