Inside of me and such a part of you :: Songs and poetry

Santa Monica, circa ’93 (by me) I dance into the white light of flame, cigarette smoke, chipped disco light, I spin in the not-knowing of who I am. The shadows embrace my spirit, grind me to dust, I look to the delicious curves of her next to me, black hair and a biting tongue. We are the celebration of lost youth, the jangled truths of ripped open envelopes, shattered glasses and the used-to-be specials. I feel pure when I am with you here, lost and disjointed as we are, your lipstick on my everything, you only give this much to … Continue reading Inside of me and such a part of you :: Songs and poetry

Friday Five :: He don’t care for high-tone places

My Baby Just Cares For Me :: Nina Simone Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. Las Vegas in 1996, a last minute decision trip, and the girl I was, all dyed black hair and record store sensibilities, bad habits and romantic naivette. 2. That first night, middle of the night, or maybe it was closer to very early morning, I sat in that aging casino and discussed music with someone I had just met. There was all this noise all around us, the clanging of change spitting out of slot machines, the jangly machines themselves, the … Continue reading Friday Five :: He don’t care for high-tone places

FLTS Friday :: I went looking for you

Redondo Beach (live) :: Patti Smith “Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone? Picked up my key, didn’t reply, went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are you gone gone?“ Fucking love this song Friday Continue reading FLTS Friday :: I went looking for you

I was waiting over here for life to begin :: song of the day

A glimpse back into my nineteen year old self… You crept back in when I had just about forgotten, or maybe just given up. I think that was part of your style. your pitch. I did not try so hard this time, refused to, letting myself be just that, myself, and it lit something up in you, my lack of effort. You buzzed around me, lighting matches, opening bottles, wrapping gauze and paper wings around me. We lay in the back of your car, the windows fogging to the point that we could barely able to make out the Drive-In … Continue reading I was waiting over here for life to begin :: song of the day