Dammit Barry, your words are beautiful!
F**k.
I've listened to it 5 times in a row now.
This is not going to end well.
(luckily she doesn't read my blog)
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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