Friday, October 2, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Stay
Stay
Words by Lily
Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay
Stay with me
Just don’t give me love
Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay
Make no sound
Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Stay with me
Make no sound
Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around
Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around
Friday, September 25, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Seeing Them Go
Sometime past 7:30’ish, Saturday Night. 12th of September.
Out for another trip north on the 101 to SFO, go-go-go! Up through the familiar sights of freeway-side buildings, stable, ever stable, made ever more so by the years they’ve been (by these very eyes) seen stood. And I look and I sigh and I’m glad they are where they are, no matter how fast the chargers through decades go guzzling on the way past them to somewhere else. Signs have changed, made modern, the occasional boy-that’s-bright of LED displays, advertisements of products unknown in ‘92 or whenever when what was being sold didn’t have the polished sheen they have now. The IT’S-IT factory I look for. Always the IT’S-IT factory. Going north, on your right, LOOK! Small, but THERE. With signs plain, appropriate, freeway dust spackled on in--yes--a perfect finish. In all that, how little that, the goodness of that. What treat I adore to taste, and treasure to see ITS home! On the way to SFO.
Out for another trip north on the 101 to SFO, go-go-go! Up through the familiar sights of freeway-side buildings, stable, ever stable, made ever more so by the years they’ve been (by these very eyes) seen stood. And I look and I sigh and I’m glad they are where they are, no matter how fast the chargers through decades go guzzling on the way past them to somewhere else. Signs have changed, made modern, the occasional boy-that’s-bright of LED displays, advertisements of products unknown in ‘92 or whenever when what was being sold didn’t have the polished sheen they have now. The IT’S-IT factory I look for. Always the IT’S-IT factory. Going north, on your right, LOOK! Small, but THERE. With signs plain, appropriate, freeway dust spackled on in--yes--a perfect finish. In all that, how little that, the goodness of that. What treat I adore to taste, and treasure to see ITS home! On the way to SFO.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)
Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)
How can you really win?
When the point of the game
Is to fool the mark
Give ‘em hope
But then the prizes are rubbish
It’s so easy to sin
When there’s so much to see
All that you want
Is it wrong?
They’re sometimes the same thing
There’s just so much
Oh please free me
From all these sordid sights
I see
and I see
It’s better to be blind
Can’t you see?
Sometimes
To better see what’s right
Take my eyes
It’s alright
Help me see what’s right
Take my eyes
Oh it’s fine
With the sun so bright
Glare of lights at night
A fire constant
Glazes your eyes
So much so, it dims your morals
The oh-so-pretty ones play
Plucking aches in the brain
A base instinct
Tickets to take
Standing welcome, but uneasy
There’s just so much
Oh please free me
They’ll keep walking, all that lighting’s got me
To be damned is seeing
Please take it from me, give me release
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