Take it with me

Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are
It's a long time since I
Drank champagne
The ocean is blue
As blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Old long since gone
Now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
Ain't no good thing
Ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Far far away a train
Whistle blows
Wherever you're goin
Wherever you've been
Waving good bye at the end
Of the day
You're up and you're over
And you're far away

Always for you, and
Forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

All broken down by
The side of the road
I was never more alive or
Alone
I've worn the faces off
All the cards
I'm gonna take it with me
When I go

Children are playing
At the end of the day
Strangers are singing
On our lawn
It's got to be more
Than flesh and bone
All that you're loved
Is all you own

In a land there's a town
And in that town there's
A house
And in that house
There's a woman
And in that woman
There's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go
I'm gonna take it
With me when I go

- Tom Waits

Into starlight.

The cave

- your music is dated
he said
- I think you need to
polish it a bit

my girl had wandered
off
my eyes looked back
down to my
Chivas
and I smiled

- maybe you're right
I said
and still smiling
I raised my eyes
again
- we have had that
feeling every
now and then
but somehow
we always end up
following
the same road

it is curious though
and I see where you're
getting at
for I would argue
we are in essence
an existentialist
band
even if the guitarist
is a consequentialist
and the rhythm section
are true pragmatists

I believe it
stems from an involuntary
analytic undercurrent
in the band
it's always bound
to come up
when you're on tour
or recording
or whatever
wouldn't you agree?

- I... well I wouldn't know
about that
but hey man
I really dug your music, y'know?
I gotta go there and
talk to someone
now
will you excuse me?

- sure
I sat back to finish my
Chivas
before getting up
to find my girl
opinionated cocksuckers
always wear her patience
down
too soon

Into twilight.

Tower of Babel

Nearly every day, rain or shine, hot or cold, he would leave his apartment to walk through the city - never really going anywhere, but simply going wherever his legs happened to take him. (...) Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, and the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.

- Paul Auster

Into twilight.