He was a split-lipped James Dean lookalike selling his ass on Castro Street very first time he heard that thing called Rock n' Roll.
Well, his heart would pound like a metronome every time he saw the sea and he slept by the bay so he saw the sea all the time.

Oh, isn't it sad?
I hope he finds himself a home.
I hope he doesn't die alone.
I hope he finds himself someone.

Slick kid. Where's he gonna sleep tonight?
He's got a browbeaten baby and a sting like a spider bite.

Good dog. He's runnin' like a man possessed.
He's  got a chip on his shoulder and a chisel for his heavin' chest.

Come on, baby, it's understood.
You never love me like you should.
If you were bad you wouldn't be any good to me, anyway.

Bitch Blush, you're learnin' what your love is for.
It's like a crack in the kettle.
Funny fodder for his metaphors.

Come on, baby, it's understood.
You never love me like you should.
If you were bad you wouldn't be any good to me, anyway.

I wanna bathe in cigarette smoke.
I wanna sit and get lit every night.
This life of learnin' how to live is a joke.
When I'm stoned and alone my brain gets sharp like a knife.

Little Nothing

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For no particular reason, no particular order, entropy in motion!

kyle miller has been making too much noise for 24 years. little nothing is the latest chapter in that rowdy saga. songs about friends. songs about lovers. songs about a homeless prostitute cum rock star (relax, that was latin). listen up.

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Kyle Miller