Soundgarden in Suburbia

Soundgarden in suburbia

Wandering through a smoky room, somewhere in suburbia, kitchen bench cluttered with glasses and bottles and lean long youths I've never seen before, all in black.

Girls with honey blonde wispy hair that smells like heaven, a few boys puffing their chests out at me, - a  messy, crowded, unrehearsed, unplanned, just sitting around, leaning, waiting, talking, smoking - always smoking - drinking - always drinking.

Feel the rhythm with your hands
(Steal the rhythm while you can)
Speak the rhythm on your own
(Speak the rhythm all alone) spoonman

Me sitting on the back steps with you, just talking about nothing - trying to play it cool whilst you are just a picture of 19 year old perfection...

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