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About Phoenix

Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

album: "What's In Your Head?" (2007)

On every corner stands a whore. Another man robbed of his life. Stole the money to make a score. Now the streets are all alight. Has paradise closed its door.

Oh, and check out Riverview Park – yep, next to the sleepy Rivertown, where the water ambles by lazily. I sat for ages my counselor-self, noticing sly glimmers in folks’ eyes. Some stories? More twisted than a kung-fu plot twist – scars hidden, dreams shattered but still alive. It’s wild, truly wild.

Mardi Gras may be over, but two more pet parades will roll in South Mississippi