Cyrus and I are making a EP this weekend for my class about my time in New York. We are recording under the name REO Sleezewagon. This is the lyrics to Riot on 1st and Marks. It is a kinda heavy metal song. I'll post the actual song tomorrow after we finish polishing it.
Searching through raindrops and neon lights.
Watching the trail of taillights
A riot to know where you start
A still night and a change of heart
Taxis honk and swear and swerve
Alcohol drugs and shaken nerves
Collided strangers and worn out hope
All for the ability just to cope
(chorus)
I’ve seen it in your eyes again
The lost feeling of a downcast friend
Survive the winter for another spring
Stumble home to empty arms
Bruised and worn, lost my charm
Chronic smoke stain fingertips
Flipping through old manuscripts
Old coffee and half eaten bread
Knotted wood and a lumpy bed
Eyes filled with the lies I told
All I can see is everything I ever sold
(chorus)
I’ve seen it in your eyes again
The lost feeling of a downcast friend
Survive the winter for another spring
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I also have another song called "Sitting in a bar in SoHo in a cowboy hat drinking alone". It is a country song. It makes me happy.
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Here is a newish poem. It is kinda silly. I'm not sure I like it too much. Still -- I feel like dishwashers have been overlooked.
Ode to the Underwater Ceramics Sanitation Technician.
Between ice cubes and liquids
catching glances
of red buds of cigarettes
howling at the moon
looking up
god couldn't
have created a better sight.
doorways change daily chores into occupations
my hands are permantely puckered
marinara chips under fingernails
grease soaks into canvas shoes
I divulge in palm-olive
yellow gloves and grey water
the official sponsors
of underwater
ceramics sanitation technicians.
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Doesn't quite do it justice. Se la vie.
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