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West Coast Madness.
Bums and girls upon the shore, sweaty foreheads, whizzing cars, lying upon itchy grass, thirsty beats, naked on the sand, your in my way fading sun get of my land. This boy's baked beans, toast and buttered steaming gutter the beach whale dreams Drunks, families, drunken families, bitter lovers shaping brothers, all baking within this oven upon the shore of west coast madness, sweating souls and teaching lovers its all a dream its all a dream its all a dream...... spb. Notes: Just thinking of fast jazz music with trumpets flying and drums swinging and these words came into my head while people watching on a Vancouver beach.
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