A Hard Day's Night, JFK, This Is Spinal Tap, Farenheit 911, Walk The Line, Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, Blues Brothers, SiCKO, The Doors, Shine A Light, The Song Remains The Same, Thank You For Smoking, Walk Hard, Dr. Strangelove, Yellow Submarine, The Insider, Planet Of The Apes, All The King's Men
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"...as I make it to the top of the staircase I stand tall, shoulders slouched, a torn iniquitous mirage, shadow remnant of the god king himself that only hours ago – before the sun rose to shed light on our wicked union – called for the grail… “More wine for my people! Sing in praises, rejoice, oh savage children...” I undressed you for all to see, my sweet Maenad. By morning I would feel my remorse, by night however, I fed your sincere lunacy. I am torn and I am proud, and a reigning kiss was all it took.
My guitar lays inanimate, I kneel down and stroke its strings, a shy rustling reminiscent of a Kumeyaay Gourd Rattle cuts through the droning hum left in wake of the night. And as a dying desert shaman to his fallen tribe, the amplifier was left buzzing in our wake and absence.
