The Problem With Going Home…
Posted By PB Rippey On 25. January 2010 @ 23:06 In Usual Drama?, Vitals, BABY BABY | 4 Comments
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:
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.
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.
Feel my future open.
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.
I want you to know: I’ve loved you all this time.
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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