So Nakedstreetkid nominated me for a Creative Blogger Award…
Australia, the 70’s.
Not having a lead singer was still one of the problems the band was facing. After the previous one, they didn’t want to take any other fake step, as they knew they could actually rock the world.
Then he appeared. ‘Gosh he’s quite old’ they thought, but he was so cool looking that wouldn’t be a problem… but he was drunk, and who knows what more… will he be able to make a proper audition? Would he actually be able to sing at all?
‘Hi guys, my name is Bon Scott’.
Hunger comes at midnight
when nobody else is around.
The call is just another sigh
outnumbered feelings I can’t bind.
None will get any sleep,
none until we’ve devoured our skins.
When a man is called by the road, there’s nothing in this world to rescue him. The same old town seems so horribly ordinary that it’s lost its appeal. People tell him the same story once and again, and his mind flies beyond the horizon.
So why doesn’t he flee? There’s always an excuse behind each limitation, and in modern society we’ve learnt how to worry about money, work, time and we have that strange feeling things would go wrong if we’re not here.
Should he be certain that there will always be a place called home, he would depart on an iron horse never to return.
Daily Prompt: Too Big To Fail