Garland Greene at the Hollywood Casino on the Mezzanine
What is stuck inside your mind?
Are you staring at some old prop?
A sunken ship from some expensive film.
Thinking, one day I’ll be there, cataloged, distilled, to be viewed.
I dressed up your melody, made it Victorian.
Sung the song in daydream at the auditorium.
Asking “would you leave that boy’s club clouding up your mind?
I hope you will. I expect better. Those thoughts can kill, it’s true” (CJ Harvey, 2018)
I stripped down your script and dressed up something I could sell.
Sung your song in 115, got them under my spell.
Man, I’m gonna be a legend. Making monsters that you’d like up on the screen.
Hand over my fist, I am grasping for more.
And at the Hollywood Casino, I lost my shirt.
At the Hollywood Casino, At The Hollywood….
And at the Hollywood Casino, I lost my shirt.
I lost my shit, I lost it
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