1. |
through the windshield
02:54
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born to the freeway and radio masts
raised by my car and a black standard poodle
crashed turning left, sunset and western
i was trying to go home
looked through the windshield saw both of my parents
grabbed my keys, got back in the car
right hand scans the AM bands...
but this time i hit traffic
and the radio went static
car stalled, engine silent
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2. |
los angeles ends
02:49
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a dream of falling daylight
underneath the orange glow so familiar in los angeles
as a cloud blooms on the horizon, i hear baseball on the radio
this is the light that will take us with it
a warm breeze in from the desert
with an exhale, i try to let go
listen to vin tell me what the sky looks like as the pitch comes in at 3-0
this is the light that will take us with it
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3. |
high occupancy vehicle
03:10
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we were flying down the 105 when the traffic set in
the freeway, like a printed circuit, brought us to the end
through the windshield it was tail lights forever
i told you i didn't know if we'd make your flight
stuck in the diamond lane against the sunset we waited
if i didn't want you to leave why did i try so hard to make it seem that way
i didn't know how to ask you to stay
i'm driving east now
the sun has gone down, but the light's still hanging on
in every building tall enough to reflect it
i take my exit and wind up through the foothills
alone
if i didn't want you to leave why did i lie so often to say i'm okay
i didn't know how to ask you to stay
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4. |
horizon
02:54
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got this feeling like i'm out of time
plucked up and replaced by someone else altogether
and they know me better
cast as my father in a mid-century home
from behind the glass i watch the city play itself
a screen and a window
i keep dreaming of the horizon
where the flatness ends
and i'm not quite there yet
bummer driving in the dead of night
when the light pollution blinds me from every star
and so i wonder...
if i take western as far south as it drives
and wind up in the redcar ruins of san pedro
do i pretend you're alive?
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5. |
almost right
03:19
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you called from mulholland as i was getting into bed
already late i let the cell phone ring
i retreated, said i didn't need it
your love
took shape
in distance, affection, divided attention
uneven
i received it, said i didn't need it
almost right
i called from a carphone as i split the cahuenga pass
reception dropped before the phone could ring
i needed help, didn't ask
i'm sorry for that
for the imbalance of that
the distance between us, the static and signal
uneven
i retreated, said i didn't need it
almost right
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