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The Problem With Going Home…

That officially unrecorded song by anon (performed only a few times in dark, semi-smoky locations reeking of spilt beer and wrinkled pimientos before anon’s band became snarling strangers to one another and broke up) plays constantly in my head as we’re hitting the beaches, the harbor, the courtyards, the parks in the early a.m.—parks, beaches, playgrounds 5 minutes from each other—running him, showing him, running after him, strolling him:

Shoreline Park before 7am.

Heading into Santa Barbara on a 1/4 tank of gas. Dollar in my pocket, you don’t have to ask me if I’m happy. It’s written in my smile. So the highway captured me, well I turned around. Moon is at my back tonight.

SB Harbor, late afternoon.

Harbor lights are glowing, there’s a sunset in your eyes. With not a mile between us, you don’t have to ask me do I love you. Loved you all this time. Had a fight with the last horizon. I turned around. Moon is at my back tonight.

Sky to Ocean.

Ledbetter.

Feel my future open.

More Ledbetter.

I have run from this. Leaving you behind. Had a fight with the last horizon. Turned around. Moon is at my back tonight.

And I want you to know: I’ve loved you all this time.

Shoreline Park. Same early morning.

I want you to know: I’ve loved you all this time.

Little guy.

Cheesy little song. Though apt.

(lyrics reprinted with anon’s permission, because even though she forgets to water plants or remove bagels from the broiler in a timely manner, she actually remembered to copyright her songs)

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5 Responses to “The Problem With Going Home…”

  1. PB Rippey says:
    26. January 2010 at 23:06

    PB!!! I’m confused. Are YOU the “anon” you mention? Did you sing in a band? Did you used to write songs? Why are you so evasive all the time? And why are you posting on your blog when you should be re-re-re-editing your novel? And are you inferring with your lyrics that you once left your husband? Make it clearer, PB, make it clearer!

  2. PB Rippey says:
    26. January 2010 at 23:09

    Dear PB, in response: No, I am not inferring I left my husband (doh!). “Anon” wrote the song long before she met her future spouse. As for making things clearer—I suggest you put up your visor, Luke! (said in Alec Guiness Obi Wan voice). As for my novel and editing—blrrrrrrgh. Spock out.

  3. AuntSooz says:
    29. January 2010 at 00:21

    Nice song! Good lyrics. And fabulous pics. Thanks for sharing.

  4. PB Rippey says:
    29. January 2010 at 05:00

    Thanks, Aunt Sooz! So nice of you to comment so—er, nicely. blrrrrrrgh zzzzzzzz (you know, the usual)

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