Sunday, January 4, 2015

Song Series III (The End)

Carolina:


"He kid, give me a second to move my surf board and then get in." 
"Thanks man, headed home from surfing then?"
"Nah, I wish. I'm on my way back to the boys with some groceries."
"The boys?" As we get into the car
"Yeah, the crew. The trimmers."
"Ah! Okay, so you just grow weed up here then?"
"Why else would you be in Humboldt county?" That was a good question, why was I in Humboldt?
"I guess I'm just passing through."
"Not looking to get into the industry? 'Cause I have a position open if you're interested.."
"I wish man, but I'm on my way up to work in Alaska for the summer."
"Well hit me up when you get off the boat and we may have a little bit going on for ya' anyways."
"Yeah for sure, how much do y'all pay?"
"Y'all? Y'all..? Are you from the South? You don't have an accent, and we pay 200 per pound."
"I'm from Texas, and that's better than what the last few people who picked me up paid."
"Not surprising the last few rides you got were from pot growers too, that's all anyone does here."
"You're the fourth ride in a row."
"Like I said, not surprising at all. So you're from the South? I used to Rodeo all over down there."
"Oh yeah? That's awesome, why'd you come over here then?"
"I got injured"
"Oh."
Silence
Tense silence
(Sigh)
Relaxed silence
Trees fly by
A tune comes over the radio and he's humming along.
Hmmm hmmm hm hm hm hmmmmm.
Then, "And she feels like Carolina, looks like California, shining like those New York lights on Broadway!!" as two boys from the country burst out into the chorus together.

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Skinny Love (Birdy)


It's so strange, the stars here look just like they do at home. I'm a thousand miles away right now and the stars still look exactly the same. But it's daylight at home and dark here, and I can see the stars right now and they can't.. I think the cold air makes them brighter. They look pretty through my puffy breaths. The moon looks a little different though, maybe it's a different angle than I get at home. I don't know. She looks sharper here, like a piece of broken glass. She looks lonely up there, with only stars to keep her company. Not that stars would be bad company, but if I was a moon I'd want other moons to talk to. It's not like she has a cell phone and can just call up one of Saturn's moons any time the fancy hits her. She must be lonely. I wish I could go up there and talk to her, maybe then neither of us would be lonely, or at least we could be lonely together. That'd be nice, to have someone to be lonely with, then maybe it wouldn't be so... be so... be so lonely... Well that was a bit redundant I feel like... How is it that nobody will come w--- wait, I need to stop thinking about it and start trying to sleep or I'll be jet lagged for days. Maybe listening to some music'll help, but wha- I know what... Her piano is so simple so pretty, but Jesus Christ it makes me want to weep. I hope no one hears me singing out here.... "Come on skinny love just last the year," Please, we can at least make the year. "Pour a little salt we were never he- he- here," No salt can heal this. "my my my, my my my, my-my my-my..." Please. "Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer."I can do this. "Tell my love to wreck it all," Just wreck it all. "Cut out all the ropes and let me fall," I'll just fall. "My my my, my my my, my-my my-my... Right in the moment this order's tall." It is tall, I just can't believe how hard it is to find someone to come with me... "AND I TOLD YOU TO BE PATIENTand I told you to be fine, and I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, and in the morning I'll be with you, but it'll be a different kind, 'CAUSE I'LL BE HOLDING ALL THE TICKETS, and you'll be owning all the fines.I just don't understand it... I need to just stop doing this alone. I need to stop traveling. "COME ON SKINNY LOVE WHAT HAPPENED HERE?How did it all go wrong like this? "Suckle on the hope in light brassieres, my my my, my my my, my-my my-my... Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.I should stop, I should stop traveling but--- "And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine, and I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, and now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I? 'Cause I'm breaking the britches, and at the end of all your lines." But I can't stop, there's something inside me that adventure calls to and I have to answer. "Who will love you? Who will fight? And who will fall far behind?I just don't know what to do. "COMMON SKINNY lovvvee" I don't know. "My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...I just don't. "My my my. My my my. My-my my-my....."


The End

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