Bruce Gilden is an American photographer who stalks the streets of New York City sticking his camera in the faces of the unsuspecting with one hand and lighting them up with his flash in the other.

Oh and the mouth trumpet intro? Why not!!


I’m talking to strangers as I walk these streets
Trying to find out if we really are complete
Or just survivors on the highway to defeat
I’ll chase the cobwebs from your memories

Oh you are suspicious can’t blame you for that
I once had tricked you to keep my life on track
And now you say its no good looking back
Tomorrow we will smile and call for answers

I was the apprentice who mixed the oils
And you the artist whose brush strokes would be spoiled
By my cold actions to get your new plans foiled
Its my illusions you were chasing

I’m dancing demons from the souls of my feet
Sweating pure pearls as I haunt the crowded streets
Flashing indecently so your skin starts to creep
Is it something I am doing

Hands up I’m guilty but guilt is just despair
The way you look encourages the styling of your hair
And I’m envious of the crazy clothes you wear
Call me shallow I won’t mind that

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"Bruce Gilden"
by Radioontheshelf

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