Damian Mac

Rookie - 20 Points (1980's / Ireland)

Old Phones/Punk Song - Poem by Damian Mac

Searching, for nothing important I found you guys. A tiny dual.
Old mobile phones and I cant turn you on, old phones died in my wars.

I wonder what forgotten numbers you hold
I wonder where that scratch came from
I wonder what picture that old lens took
But im fucked if I can turn you on.

Wandering
Searching, for nothing important I found you guys. A tiny dual
Old mobile phones and I cant turn you on, old phones died in my wars.

The numbers in you haven’t got mine anymore
The surface that scratched doesn’t call mine, anymore
Those movies and pictures are probably better off, never seen.
Like old jackets, lost lighters and nights it may be best if never seen again.

Wandering
Searching, for nothing important I found you guys. A tiny dual
Old mobile phones and I cant turn you on, old phones, that died in my war.

I miss those numbers
I miss those numbers
I miss those numbers, today.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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