I'd howl at the moon and you'd show up when I was well lit
In my empty trailer
Spend and sip a few
Then leave me howling at the moon
I thought I had a monopoly on mysteries
I'll probably never meet you in the light of day
But, how did you know?
I've never knew anyone
Like you
At Kevin Richards and his Bo then in their driveway in San Jose before I met and warned Gates, Jobs and Woz in Cupertino
Obviously they did sell the flock out and IT IS almost, too late!
You traveled where men feared to tread with your 6 inch knife on your belt for notching
About Me
- Rooster Woodstock
- How I would love to set my loves to the forefront such as the arts, freedom of association, expression and pursuit. My 16 years of touring and playing my bands original material. Aligning with the Wolfman Jack to stop the payola overthrow of the artist/musician talent nation wide against the canned fad-ism industry owned and operated by a minority that drew the very same hatred against them in the second world war for being greed infested self serving gypsies, tramps and thieves monopolizing and owning the commercial markets of germany and europe and again, now here in America! Amazing, we the gentiles should learn from the past who's collective abuses the free markets of the world have been cornered by. Having a minority prevail over the markets over and over, is no mistake and is choreographed! What's in a mossad-ic name, is no co-ink-a-dink who made off with what and lives like a deity. Any race that lives market ownership modus operandi would be labeled a mafia, organized crime and racist!
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