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“MUSIK4U”

Through the misty cover of the surface effect,
The strums of lazy guitar and soft, stifled coughs.
The vape gives up its cloud of forgetting:
A weedy trade for his half-broke bass amp.
Orange County never was the place.
It never was the place.
It never was the place.

Years have been kinder to him than to most.
He’s got the phone kiosk and the gig at the mall.
He promises the mirror to change it all.
A new look and a new repertoire.
This is the new Greg, not the one who quit before–
Nor the one before–
Nor the one before.

This is the time, finally the time! Everything’s right.
He has new loops and a new USB.
Crisper, higher, tighter, louder, sicker, retro.
He knows he can bend light inside his little dream
And make the kids like him still.
Kids like him still.
Kids like him still.

Frenetic drum loops and lyrics about chatrooms.
Covers by Banksy or a Banksy-like vibe.
A guest shot on a blog from a onetime GoGo.
Bass drops and a shot of minoxodyl.
Something will work,
If only because it must.
If only because it must.