Monday, April 21, 2008

Busker du Bore

An underbelly in any thriving metropolis. In the eyes of some, a step up from homeless beggars. . . they are the street performers. In their own eyes they fight for a cause, living on their own terms no matter the cost. Probably not as interesting as the homeless guy. They play the guitar with hula hoops and dancing chickens tap dance. They drink cheap booze, fart out loud and even like a lap dance.

So why do we do it day after day
I don’t even know if I’m gonna get paid

It’s real, it’s fun. . . it’s not real fun. . . but it can be

When it’s good, and there is connection
like tonight
and everything’s all right

Dig it.

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