stalemate

{yeah the city's old but it never seems to get tired
no sally don't get down, cuz I've been lookin all over town
for a brand new set of wings}

shed a little light (foy vance)
moonshiner (r. zimmerman)
slim slow slider (van morrison)
where we gonna go from here (mat kearney)
love (the coup)
darlin' do not fear (brett dennen)
i shall not walk alone (blind boys of alabama)
ohio (damien jurado)

we are the lost generation. lost to the wayside, the rest stop, the porchlight, the backdown alley. say hello, little girl. we ate all our ideas and walked home every night under the drunken golden street lamps of philosophy, mentally framing each square of cement because
we'd stood there, once
and it had to be remembered when
the world got
light
again.
our blood thrummed.
but we couldn't run around forever, feet free and walking on water.
which of us will learn to swim?
they'll dig up our bones, and call us the
lost generation
because you can't grow a bleeding heart back.

drinking too much coffee. getting my heart broken by the twinkies. sleeping in yellow sheets. reading tom robbins. wearing houndstooth and trying not to be too cold. giving in. counting woolly bears. pretending not to notice. contemplating life as a townie. reverting. missing jendrik in the nighttime. living the way we do in october.

tell it everywhere you go | you're outta reach