THE STORIES OF OUR CITIES
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These are the tenants things Spread out on the sidewalk
When the gentry’s profit rings the tenants gotta grow some wings Polaroids in a rusted wok A child’s crib in splinters These are the tenants things dumped on the sidewalk ***a drywall work boot (pause) a red dance shoe there’s a poster from the EDN These are the tenants things….(only those words first time or leave blank like played live?) Dollar store cutlery A soup spoon still with beans *** kitchen chair kneels a kids coloring book a long long stretch of bedsheet. -These are the tenants things…. Paint by numbers of a wolf A dresser with two missing feet *****broken porcelain, a picture frame a photograph yellow on the concrete. When the gentry’s profit rings you gotta get some wings.. These are the tenants things thrown out like trash… SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY… A pink mist fogged over the terraces Poppies are watered by an ochre stream A son is gone the mother crippled The well tastes bitter and mean Hellfire from a room in Nevada SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY, outside your reach SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY outside compassion SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY lives get blown away A sunny day is when they cower in fear A propeller hum drones over the village A man in Nevada orders coffee and cream A son is gone we can’t put him together The well tastes bitter and mean Cloudless sky the devil’s dreams A woman can’t keep the flies from her leg The poppy crops are rusted tired and lean A son is gone we gathered two limbs The well tastes bitter and mean Hell fire from a room in Nevada Bing Crosby Played…. Bet our lives on a plot in a cul-de-sac Later you’d get trees and twice your money back Guarantees and gates to keep out the riff raff Complete with a charter school to keep out the blacks The rain always fell in a gridiron pattern The sun always shined like a Rockwell painting And Bing Crosby played in every home …on Christmas Eve From the day we were born we knew our place Others are unfortunate in the choices they make With a lack of skillsets and problems they create You have to respect those who deserve our place My world crashed in 2007 Antelope Blvd not so much heaven Now standing in line with people I despise Everything I trusted …rusted and died I SAW HANDS I saw hands reaching up to the clouds Yellow food packets fall the color of cluster bombs I saw hands reaching for salvation And white phosphorus came the answer, I saw democrats calling him hero (they sang the national anthem) As he pledged to kill thousands more and plunge missiles through village doors In Kandahar they screamed in despair Seeing our flag through the bombs bursting in air Look at the birds fly look at the birds fly It’s such a sight to see them break apart the sky Look at the birds fly look at the birds fly look at the birds fly It’s such a sight to see fire fall from the sky SHOCK Shock to your system Here comes another blow Shock and retreat Another hundred volts REPEAT 1,2 Here comes another blow 3.4. Another hundred volts we need more experts more reports from the experts more guidance more guidance more guidance A cushion from the conscious blows stupor in anger convince yourself socialism crackpot answer anarchism on the shelf I’m in a daze And then another whack I lost my job I was a team player Now I am begging begging with strangers Chicago school lets get loose Dance, dance in the market’s noose 3x’s Swinging! BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION Told Melodie I came in hopes the times called That we had some common true cause I came here to find bitter and lonely men Like our drunk dads cursing in their dens I saw the best minds of my generation The best minds of my generation… Destroyed by dreams they shouldn’tve believed in Cuz you danced with the bourgeoisie You gotta leave a fight behind Just to prove that you were here You gotta get some punches in Just to prove you can still swing I told Nick your jokes use to be biting wit Now they sound like a sloppy moan I agree the drink ain’t gonna kill you you’re strangling yourself all alone |