@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I...
@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I carried. Sorry I brought you with me to the abyss, Moops, but made for a catchy song, I guess. Love Always - GG
Well, you got that wrong, kid-o. It's about suicide and it has some really excellent insights.
@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I...
@Wedrowycz Nope. Twas written about me by Brett's brother whom I dated at the time and who wrote lyrics for a number of these titles, but isn't appropriately credited. I was living wreckless, trying to outrun the trauma of my past, poor gug could only sit by and watch as I lit up another spoon laughing in East Texas motel parking lots as everything burnt to ashes, including my little fish heart, still left in San Francisco. These words still hurt, a fair and very personal indictment, one sung by thousands who will never know me or the pain I carried. Sorry I brought you with me to the abyss, Moops, but made for a catchy song, I guess. Love Always - GG