Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

Bodega Folk Rock robbingjohnny.com New York, NY Joined June 2014

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The Ark of Music @TheArkofMusic

8 years ago

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The Ark of Music @TheArkofMusic

8 years ago

@TheArkofMusic's latest #Music-#Discovery #ENewsletter is #loaded w/ #GreatMusic from: @auresiamusic, @SexyNortherner, @RobbingJohnny, @CFerranteMusic, @rzimmermanmusic, @musiqal1, @usefuljenkins, @RebelleCanada, @RaceToNeptune & #more! #CheckItOut HERE: mailchi.mp/8c249539c909/m…

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

DECEMBER 15 @RockwoodNYC LAST SHOW OF THE EYAR 8:45 - SEE YOU THERE

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

And open my dead laptop, then plug it in, Trying to catch that little bit of poetry That cold mornings afford

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

I drag the space heater from the living room in here And fumble around to give it power, To ignite the little plastic buttons with an orange glow,

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

But it’s cold and it’s the morning And I rip off the long johns like dead skin And put on the pajama pants my Mom gave me However many Christmases ago

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

I came in my dream like a god damn teenager, It was my Dad’s friend’s daughter and she waited For me in a dark guest room where I ate her out And came early.

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Robbing Johnny @RobbingJohnny

8 years ago

I came out of a snake’s nest of dreams At 9AM shivering I’m smoking and drinking a little less, And it’s cold, And I’m reading more, So the dreams are more vivid recently.

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Oh Jesus Oh God The names of the Catholic specters whisper Out of my thin lips on breathy wisps in the Frigid March morning A jack hammer rails into cold New York concrete Our building is entrapped in blue lattice scaffolding