Citron et Pamplemousse

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Writing an Ode

Look, buddy, you are way too complicated for a song.
Other musicians seem to do it well, but even my flat perspective of your personality
and the reason you exist could never fit into a lyric sheet of any sort. 
You are the epitome of you.  How could I catch that? 

-Citron
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