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torgny - ruth gordon is magic lyrics
i remember the first time i touched a silicone breast. i remember the first time i bought myself a cup of coffee, and i grabbed that paper cup seemingly casual, but maybe a bit excited on the inside. the first time abroad on my own, and i stepped into that city loud, proud and insecure. the first time i smoked heroin. the first time i put on hairspray. the first time i set up my own stereo, at fourteen, still green, unseen. the first time in a blizzard. profits. the first time i felt the thrill of an accident. the first time my b-n-r got photographed. by who though? most likely myself though. the first time someone used violence against you though. who was that though? the first time i had an intellectual breakthrough while reading a book. what book? look: the first time i put gas in a car. the first time i met mark gonzales. the first time, that one time i met prodigy from mobb deep. the first time i conversed with a homeless person, a vietnam war veteran and a mean guitar player. he was an alcoholic and a maker of neck beads. he was smelly. he was many things, ’cause he had dreams. on a dirty mattress, and only a beat up guitar to his name. he had mental problems. he was socially intelligent towards me and the three other homeless people living there, or should i say hiding in there. hiding under a staircase on the first floor of a parking garage in westwood village, los angeles, california. he must be dead by now, dead somehow, bled somehow. the joy in his eyes when i said “wow” after he had sung me hotel california. and that parking garage, i can’t find it on google maps, but it was close to the movie theater because a guy who worked there came over with popcorn every night after work. i remember the first time i french kissed a girl, the summer after i cried coming out of the colosseum movie theater in oslo. the year was 1983, and the film was e.t
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
dear listener: if i have you and only you, i have the whole world. not the streaming m-sses, but you, that special individual that is you, who also make up that m-ss of streaming people, but anyway everyone is fighting a anyway anyway anyway anyway. everyone wipes their -ss and needs to sleep. even the ones listening to random trend pop. dear listener, listening to me right now, my trend pop: i want you to think back on your life, wether fifteen or eighty, think back on your rich, pathetic, vulnerable, hopeless and after all, privileged life. dear individual, think about that first time. that first time someone slid their finger into your underwear with s-xual intent. that first time you had somewhat of a panic attack. that first time you had an argument with your lover. still in love, in haste, what a waste, misplaced. the first time someone cussed you out in front of other people. the first time you felt kind of like an adult with a bit of money in your pocket and a decent s-x life. that first time you threw a successful party and you felt loved and happy. the first time you drank too much, smoked too much. the first time you hurt yourself on purpose, neurosis, psychosis, straight jacket suicide. on that sarah kane sh-t, on that life is real sh-t, and harold and maud is a f-cking great film sh-t, ruth gordon is magic sh-t. so many great women have roamed this earth throughout history. oh my god, why was i not young and promising in 1965 or whatever, why now, we’re not even properly settled into the digital age
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
magic
magic
the first time is one thing. what about the last time? the last time you’ll ever ram that stiff c-ck of yours up in her, or him, or let that warm shaft enter your moist v-g-n-. that last time you will ever wear something really formal. maybe that already happened. here comes a school bus full of children crashing into you, k!lling you. when will be the last time you will cry in the presence of a good friend? when is last time you will say something totally hurtful to another person? totally beautiful, totally shameless, dress to impress. the last time you’ll refresh and swipe and like on your mobile screen. the last time you’ll get laid in a dream. if that ever happened to you, it happens to me. i always smuggle drugs in my dreams. the day i smuggle something else will be the day i will buy my first car, a jaguar. clinton with a cigar, tears in a bar, go vegetarian. the last time you’ll ever do wasp stuff like golf or fine dining. f-ck fine dining. f-ck fashion. f-ck followers, fml, smh, lol. “i’ll open a can of whoop -ss on you, ’cause we’ve been getting calls on you every day for the last two weeks. i’m ready to sit on you till the cops come! no more skateboarding on these premises!”. but my point was what? my point was this: you are fighting. you’re a metaphor for art. we will remember you. we look up to you. you you you
rest in peace kalief browder
power
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
ruth gordon is magic
magic
magic
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