elton john – goodbye to yellow brick road

elton john – goodbye to yellow brick road

Feeling so high you feel your feet separate from the place where you knew it to be a familiar space, not knowing when floor will meet my senses right underneath… Read more…

mungo jerry – in the summertime

mungo jerry – in the summertime

Right up there on my list of happiest songs and something to whistle along to as God cranks up the oven, the beads of sweat hang on an eyebrow, trickle… Read more…

owsley brothers – bitter end

owsley brothers – bitter end

With that fist first broken glass gashed punch, the open mouthed slack jawed crocodile hunch, wandering eyes wandering through, the barroom looking in the eye, of every wanderer, hanging on… Read more…

vacationer – gone

vacationer – gone

With that straight from my lover’s heart beat, with the fairies wings mellow keys, a quick fix straight from the arrow from the hand, from my fingers through the air… Read more…

george mccrae – i get lifted

george mccrae – i get lifted

Walking through the springtime evening, walking without thought or feeling, walking without the feel of the breeze breezing, perfectly calm perfectly clear, walking without the Monday fear but clear with… Read more…

jack white – love interruption

jack white – love interruption

The perception of the color evoked by light, holding hands with the color that absorbs the color of night, like fingers rolling across piano keys, the dominoes bending down to… Read more…

ko ko – float

ko ko – float

Breathing slow and sitting still waiting for the words to meet me still, my mind is unraveling from the repetition of the motion of my thoughts moving towards divine will,… Read more…

lou reed – walk on the wild side

lou reed – walk on the wild side

The pulse in my wrist beating the veins crossed over my knuckles underneath the wrinkles to my finger tips, I left the the beating city behind me, I waved goodbye… Read more…

hospitality – friends of friends

hospitality – friends of friends

The stars and stripes whip in the wind, the stripes fold over the stars in the hearts of new old friends, the blank thoughts that freeze my fingers enter again,… Read more…

beastie boys – an open letter to nyc

beastie boys – an open letter to nyc

This is a World Trade bound E train, next stop, next stop, This is a World Trade bound E train, next stop, next stop, I’ll curl my fists into balls,… Read more…

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