Met Steve, claimed to be Halal's son. Don't know if he was. Used to come out here twenty odd years ago, had a room on Crown St, above what is now a cafe. rent was cheap, only about 50 bucks a week. Maybe he was wishing he was still around, one of the boys, hanging with the boys, seeing a band, playing pin ball and smoking cigarettes out the front.
Hoping one day you meet a photographer who cares, and wants to know who you are, better still, will listen.
Didn't care when he was younger, but time caught up now. Living in the burbs and never escaped Sydney. Story to tell, but who wants to listen? Everyone has their own troubles..tribulations.
Never got to be who he wants to be. Just floating, someone might listen.
Did he want to be somebody? Or just a story teller, a wanna be story teller to someone who gives a flying fuck, that he has stories of the old times. How things were.
Head Phones has seen it all but seen nothing, he is just part of it... but who knows he could be the next MJ. Is he real?
Who cares....
This is now...and that was Steve.
Hoping one day you meet a photographer who cares, and wants to know who you are, better still, will listen.
Didn't care when he was younger, but time caught up now. Living in the burbs and never escaped Sydney. Story to tell, but who wants to listen? Everyone has their own troubles..tribulations.
Never got to be who he wants to be. Just floating, someone might listen.
Did he want to be somebody? Or just a story teller, a wanna be story teller to someone who gives a flying fuck, that he has stories of the old times. How things were.
Head Phones has seen it all but seen nothing, he is just part of it... but who knows he could be the next MJ. Is he real?
Who cares....
This is now...and that was Steve.
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