Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
Las vegas
Las Vegas I sing this song to you. It has no rhyme, rhythm or chorus.
It’s merely thoughts of you and a song because I declare it so.
Vegas I found you plastic and plaster in the desert. Smoke the first breathe off the plane, choking on your anarchy. Slots and neon lights garish after a quick flight. Crowds like motes drifted towards your money promise, moths to the flame to be burned in your light. Vegas I accuse you of being over hyped, over priced, and tourist trap gone to far. The sad creatures that have fallen to your grasp hop from machine to the next. Striving for that last pull before they hop onto a plane home, riding broken dreams re-weaving them into good times “let me tell you bout my weekend in Vegas, I was up $200 dollars when” they say to all their friends. Regaling the moment they fell like it was a good thing. All this in the first 5 minutes and I haven’t even seen your streets. Family in the distance. I got my bags, my sarcasm, my armor I’m ready to face you. Traffic, again choking in this throng of human desire. Have you no laws you vapid bitch. Hotels jut from the ground. Every shape every size. Rollercoaster flow through the halls, and lights abound. The big top city style. Large tv screens plying your shows, shameless as the men on the street corner handing out flyers to the peep shows. Money, sex, drugs advertised on the back of taxis. Will I be able to eat a meal in this place? Meal eaten some minor shopping done, time to leave this den of hell and then like a switch you show your true face at night. A shining beacon thrusts into the night sky. The tv screens suddenly seem dazzling, and the lights…. The lights….. The lights are like stars in arms reach begging to be touched. The smoke now seems fitting and the drinks seem like the only good idea. The slots a quick lark, and the cards call for me to test my skills. Vegas you are a city of the night. Vampires must flock to this place. Days hold no magic, the day in its brilliance makes you plain and ugly, but when night comes you shine, a lone mural of light painted on the desert ground.
Las Vegas I sing this song to you. It has no rhyme, rhythm or chorus.
It’s merely thoughts of you and a song because I declare it so.
Vegas I found you plastic and plaster in the desert. Smoke the first breathe off the plane, choking on your anarchy. Slots and neon lights garish after a quick flight. Crowds like motes drifted towards your money promise, moths to the flame to be burned in your light. Vegas I accuse you of being over hyped, over priced, and tourist trap gone to far. The sad creatures that have fallen to your grasp hop from machine to the next. Striving for that last pull before they hop onto a plane home, riding broken dreams re-weaving them into good times “let me tell you bout my weekend in Vegas, I was up $200 dollars when” they say to all their friends. Regaling the moment they fell like it was a good thing. All this in the first 5 minutes and I haven’t even seen your streets. Family in the distance. I got my bags, my sarcasm, my armor I’m ready to face you. Traffic, again choking in this throng of human desire. Have you no laws you vapid bitch. Hotels jut from the ground. Every shape every size. Rollercoaster flow through the halls, and lights abound. The big top city style. Large tv screens plying your shows, shameless as the men on the street corner handing out flyers to the peep shows. Money, sex, drugs advertised on the back of taxis. Will I be able to eat a meal in this place? Meal eaten some minor shopping done, time to leave this den of hell and then like a switch you show your true face at night. A shining beacon thrusts into the night sky. The tv screens suddenly seem dazzling, and the lights…. The lights….. The lights are like stars in arms reach begging to be touched. The smoke now seems fitting and the drinks seem like the only good idea. The slots a quick lark, and the cards call for me to test my skills. Vegas you are a city of the night. Vampires must flock to this place. Days hold no magic, the day in its brilliance makes you plain and ugly, but when night comes you shine, a lone mural of light painted on the desert ground.
