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Bluelighter
Apple cider
Gnarly roots
banks of the river
rainbow trout
sacks burlap
fiddle and dance
Mitchell's Pond
Large Elm tree's, thick branches
rocking chair
train whistle clacking down the tracks
flames of the fire evoke within
full moons (harvest) silhouetted branches
Willow trees, corncob pipe
cast iron wood burning stoves
Methadone 'spritzer'
bulging veins
street corner hustle
catfish
tinfoil wraps
thumps of bass
Lake Michigan
railroad ties
1950's vinal chrome plated kitchenette
sirens wailing in the distance
flames of fire melt the rock
dark skys, illuminated city
Dutch Elm disease, and glass stems
Trashcan bonfires
Hot, sticky summer nights, the air is filled with intrigue. The bars up and down Bleaker street are overflowing pushing people onto the streets. Horns honk endlessly, and yellow cabs blur out of the corner of my eye, beautiful girls, and intoxicating spirits. I make my way closer to my destination. Coming up to the corner I run into a film set on the street.
Projection lights
Catering tents
blocked off streets
and people mulling around everywhere
'DONT WALK IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA!!!!'
Well, excuuuuuuse meeee
I pass by an actor who is slinging his gun around like a wild west showdown, Spinning around on his finger he levels the gun at me and mouths the words, 'Pop'. I look the other way, and am greeted by two drop dead gorgeous girls and make perfect eye contact. One of them leans over and whispers something into her friends ear, and I hear whistling and catcalls as I push deeper down the block.
Emily should be at the corner of 1rst and Ave A, waiting for me with my dope leisurely palmed. I try to look towards the end of the block but my vision is obstructed by random shoulders and heads. I get tense, what happens if shes late...? What happens if I cant score...? What if, what if...?
True to her word (true to my cash) she is leaning against the street lamp looking into the pedestrian traffic, staring in an aimless fashion. Do the deal, got the dope?
Trace my steps and hope they lead me back home
I run into the same two girls sitting on the set and they wave me over, intrigued I wander in there direction and say hello. Foreigners, I cant understand you, but you sure look good.
My memory jogs and I am transported back to the South of France, Nice to be exact. I am in some large bi-level hotel room with views of the Mediterranean Sea dancing in the distance. I met Nola when I was walking along the pebble beach, she was from Norway. I invited her back to my hotel room for a drink, mainly because she said her and her friends would pick mushrooms and run around naked in the Forests of Scandinavia. Now she filling the jacuzzi up. Taylor is at the dining room table giving me dirty looks over the top of the book he is reading. Fuck him... Splish, Splash, gimme a bath.
Alright, alright I am nearing the apartment as my nostalgic memories fade. The piano player is playing some classical song in the restaurant on the ground floor. I take a brief look at the menu, and run up the stairs up to the 3rd floor. Mike and old friend, has some BECK on the stereo, the volume is turned up loud, beer bottles lounge on the kitchen table. I can hear Mike singing in the shower as I sit down and break out my gear.
Two bags are emptied into the spoon, a pile of white heaven gets turned into mush as the cold water strikes it. Dissolving the dreams of many. A click of the flint and the lighter flames up. Heating the mix gently, swirling motion. I drop the cotton in and suck up the liquid into the barrel of the needle. Sounds from the street are flowing in thru the windows, the room is lit in a dim orange glow as I try to steady my shaking hands. Time slows as I hit the vein, my body is trembling with anticipation. Emptying the needle into my arm, my chest feels heavy as I take a deep breath. I feel the junk start to take its effect on the cells of my body, my stomach turns and the rush hits me full strength. My eyelids droop and I feel absolutely excellent, a million bucks, super fucking dooper. I lay on the pine floor and let the music rush over me. The CD is on track 3 (Lord Only Knows), and Becks melodious lyrics whisper in my ear...
Invite me to the seven seas
watch some sea sick man
You'll do whatever you please
I'll do what ever I can
titanic family well,
My eyes are turning Pink
dont call us when the new age
gets old enough to drink
cause lord only knows its getting late...
I trail off into my imagination untill Mike kicks me in the leg and tells me to get in the shower, we have to meet his sister and some bar (I cant recall the name of) before we head uptown to the party. He asks if he could wear a particular button down shirt of mine and I shrug and say sure. In the shower with head full of suds I hear the phone ring and Mike shuffle towards the washroom.
Knock...Knock
Yea, what do you want...?
Do you want to buy some Coke for tonight, my sis is on the phone...?
Um... Not really but get some if you want I throw some cash in I guess.
I turn the water on cold and rinse my cares aways, smiling to myself I have a feeling this is going to be a great night.
(finish some other time and redo the begining)
I don't know what life will show me, but I know what I have seen
I cant see where life will lead me, but I know where Ive been
Gnarly roots
banks of the river
rainbow trout
sacks burlap
fiddle and dance
Mitchell's Pond
Large Elm tree's, thick branches
rocking chair
train whistle clacking down the tracks
flames of the fire evoke within
full moons (harvest) silhouetted branches
Willow trees, corncob pipe
cast iron wood burning stoves
Methadone 'spritzer'
bulging veins
street corner hustle
catfish
tinfoil wraps
thumps of bass
Lake Michigan
railroad ties
1950's vinal chrome plated kitchenette
sirens wailing in the distance
flames of fire melt the rock
dark skys, illuminated city
Dutch Elm disease, and glass stems
Trashcan bonfires
Hot, sticky summer nights, the air is filled with intrigue. The bars up and down Bleaker street are overflowing pushing people onto the streets. Horns honk endlessly, and yellow cabs blur out of the corner of my eye, beautiful girls, and intoxicating spirits. I make my way closer to my destination. Coming up to the corner I run into a film set on the street.
Projection lights
Catering tents
blocked off streets
and people mulling around everywhere
'DONT WALK IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA!!!!'
Well, excuuuuuuse meeee
I pass by an actor who is slinging his gun around like a wild west showdown, Spinning around on his finger he levels the gun at me and mouths the words, 'Pop'. I look the other way, and am greeted by two drop dead gorgeous girls and make perfect eye contact. One of them leans over and whispers something into her friends ear, and I hear whistling and catcalls as I push deeper down the block.
Emily should be at the corner of 1rst and Ave A, waiting for me with my dope leisurely palmed. I try to look towards the end of the block but my vision is obstructed by random shoulders and heads. I get tense, what happens if shes late...? What happens if I cant score...? What if, what if...?
True to her word (true to my cash) she is leaning against the street lamp looking into the pedestrian traffic, staring in an aimless fashion. Do the deal, got the dope?
Trace my steps and hope they lead me back home
I run into the same two girls sitting on the set and they wave me over, intrigued I wander in there direction and say hello. Foreigners, I cant understand you, but you sure look good.
My memory jogs and I am transported back to the South of France, Nice to be exact. I am in some large bi-level hotel room with views of the Mediterranean Sea dancing in the distance. I met Nola when I was walking along the pebble beach, she was from Norway. I invited her back to my hotel room for a drink, mainly because she said her and her friends would pick mushrooms and run around naked in the Forests of Scandinavia. Now she filling the jacuzzi up. Taylor is at the dining room table giving me dirty looks over the top of the book he is reading. Fuck him... Splish, Splash, gimme a bath.
Alright, alright I am nearing the apartment as my nostalgic memories fade. The piano player is playing some classical song in the restaurant on the ground floor. I take a brief look at the menu, and run up the stairs up to the 3rd floor. Mike and old friend, has some BECK on the stereo, the volume is turned up loud, beer bottles lounge on the kitchen table. I can hear Mike singing in the shower as I sit down and break out my gear.
Two bags are emptied into the spoon, a pile of white heaven gets turned into mush as the cold water strikes it. Dissolving the dreams of many. A click of the flint and the lighter flames up. Heating the mix gently, swirling motion. I drop the cotton in and suck up the liquid into the barrel of the needle. Sounds from the street are flowing in thru the windows, the room is lit in a dim orange glow as I try to steady my shaking hands. Time slows as I hit the vein, my body is trembling with anticipation. Emptying the needle into my arm, my chest feels heavy as I take a deep breath. I feel the junk start to take its effect on the cells of my body, my stomach turns and the rush hits me full strength. My eyelids droop and I feel absolutely excellent, a million bucks, super fucking dooper. I lay on the pine floor and let the music rush over me. The CD is on track 3 (Lord Only Knows), and Becks melodious lyrics whisper in my ear...
Invite me to the seven seas
watch some sea sick man
You'll do whatever you please
I'll do what ever I can
titanic family well,
My eyes are turning Pink
dont call us when the new age
gets old enough to drink
cause lord only knows its getting late...
I trail off into my imagination untill Mike kicks me in the leg and tells me to get in the shower, we have to meet his sister and some bar (I cant recall the name of) before we head uptown to the party. He asks if he could wear a particular button down shirt of mine and I shrug and say sure. In the shower with head full of suds I hear the phone ring and Mike shuffle towards the washroom.
Knock...Knock
Yea, what do you want...?
Do you want to buy some Coke for tonight, my sis is on the phone...?
Um... Not really but get some if you want I throw some cash in I guess.
I turn the water on cold and rinse my cares aways, smiling to myself I have a feeling this is going to be a great night.
(finish some other time and redo the begining)
I don't know what life will show me, but I know what I have seen
I cant see where life will lead me, but I know where Ive been
