Brian Wilson (Remove filter)
I can still hear music
Sun-blinding vision
of a surfing state,
songs with their feet down
hard on the accelerator.
But the little deuce coupes
have long gone to the scrapyard.
The wild west is back,
if it ever went away.
Beady-eyed outlaws
who don’t like strangers
have taken over the town,
heroes replaced by villains.
Smile, the album
he never quite finished...
Thursday 12th June 2025 8:13 am
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