Fish describes why music has become painful to her.
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early
Dialects: Standard American
PlayName: School of Jesus Fish
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
Half the dreams I have nowadays I have my bass in my hands and dope...View Full Monologue Text
Half the dreams I have nowadays I have my bass in my hands and dope running through my veins. And my sister wailing...
'I'm falling in love you say'
I'm a fucking ghost on dope. Watching, talking, playing, fucking but nobody can touch me.
'I'm falling, maybe baby/ but I don't think it's love'
I don't feel anything. And I'm thin. I'm so thin and fucking beautiful with it that I can look at myself in the mirror and not puke. Sober, it's all too real.
'I'm no angel, baby/ I'm no angel, baby'
There's a great wide world out there and I've seen and smelled things as a holy ghost that no one should ever see. Street corners and halfway houses and dirty fucking drug dealer dick, but I can laugh because it wasn't me who did those things. It wasn't me that saw those things. I came home to my lover and said 'nowhere, baby', and it wasn't really a lie.
I've always said to be the best local band in Phoenix is like being the biggest turd in the toilet. You're still just floating and you probably still stink. But even bad music is fucking great as long as someone's giving it a little backbone. But now I can't listen to music because it fucks up my head and can't get any heroin in this place and without them, I'm a liar and a thief and a victim.
'I'm no angel, baby/ and I'm not yours'
AuthorName: Rick Robinson