Strange Days
Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored of life in the district. He can't afford a French Quarter high. Says, "It's gets old real quick." And he pales up next to me, and scrawled on the pavement, it says, "Son, time is all the luck you need."
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be the wave that crashes from the sea of discontent. He says he's wrestled that blanket. It leaves you cold and wet any way you stretch it. Divine apathy. Disease of my youth. Watch that you don't catch it.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
And I'm the wave that crashes from the sea that turns itself. Inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
I woke up this morning and thought it a bad idea to get out bed (couch). But I did. Merlin was chirping. No, not chirping, squawking, and the sun was shinning like a nuclear explosion. Noon is just too late to still be in bed.
I started the day to a wonderful start. There's nothing like the smell of suicide in the morning. It wasn't that bad, really. I'm just being dramatic.
Lou and I went out to Sperry again for movie stuff. We decided to stop and eat at the Family Dinner down there. We were talking about the movie and production, things like that, when something moved at the edge of my vision. Before I could even look Lou leaned over to see what it was.
"Did you see that?" he asked.
"Yeah, that was weird."
Then our waitress, Sasha, came in and stopped. She said she thought she saw something. This happened a couple more times.
We went around town looking for locations and people. City Hall, second door on the left, there's Mike, the police chief. City Hall was empty. Echoing, hollow, empty. The second door on the left, despite the "Open" sign, was dark. The gym was desolate with torn nets on the basketball hoops. Nobody nowhere.
So we took pictures of the city. We walked around to all the old buildings, the half-finished historical restoration projects, taking pictures. We noticed a flyer on one of the storefronts we'd been looking at. It was old, dated 1997. We look at that store everytime and we'd never noticed it until just then. It was so old we didn't even bother to take down the information. There were two men walking on the other side of the street with a yellow lab. One of them yelled to us, asking if we were interested in architecture. We told him no and explained why we were there. He introduced himself and we realized he was the guy from the flyer. He told us that he owned half of the buildings in town.
As the sun started to set, the guy with the dog muttered something. Direct eye contact for a moment as he said, "Whole town's haunted." And hurried away with the dog.
Lou's car wouldn't start when we got back to it. The lights flashed when he hit the little button, but that was all. No click, no dome light, nothing. We went to the video store and hung out with the owner for a while hoping the problem would fix itself. No such luck. The car was still dead. Pop the hood, grab a flashlight, check the battery. No. The flashlight dies just as we turn it on. Pop the trunk get a new flashlight. Flicker, flicker, out. Two dead flashlights. Lou's phone stops working for a little while. He finally gets a hold of Charley to come get us. While we wait, a pride of calico cats comes out to watch us. They arrange themselves around the car and stare into our souls.
It's a strange day.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be the wave that crashes from the sea of discontent. He says he's wrestled that blanket. It leaves you cold and wet any way you stretch it. Divine apathy. Disease of my youth. Watch that you don't catch it.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
And I'm the wave that crashes from the sea that turns itself. Inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this belt for me to admit the way that I felt.
I woke up this morning and thought it a bad idea to get out bed (couch). But I did. Merlin was chirping. No, not chirping, squawking, and the sun was shinning like a nuclear explosion. Noon is just too late to still be in bed.
I started the day to a wonderful start. There's nothing like the smell of suicide in the morning. It wasn't that bad, really. I'm just being dramatic.
Lou and I went out to Sperry again for movie stuff. We decided to stop and eat at the Family Dinner down there. We were talking about the movie and production, things like that, when something moved at the edge of my vision. Before I could even look Lou leaned over to see what it was.
"Did you see that?" he asked.
"Yeah, that was weird."
Then our waitress, Sasha, came in and stopped. She said she thought she saw something. This happened a couple more times.
We went around town looking for locations and people. City Hall, second door on the left, there's Mike, the police chief. City Hall was empty. Echoing, hollow, empty. The second door on the left, despite the "Open" sign, was dark. The gym was desolate with torn nets on the basketball hoops. Nobody nowhere.
So we took pictures of the city. We walked around to all the old buildings, the half-finished historical restoration projects, taking pictures. We noticed a flyer on one of the storefronts we'd been looking at. It was old, dated 1997. We look at that store everytime and we'd never noticed it until just then. It was so old we didn't even bother to take down the information. There were two men walking on the other side of the street with a yellow lab. One of them yelled to us, asking if we were interested in architecture. We told him no and explained why we were there. He introduced himself and we realized he was the guy from the flyer. He told us that he owned half of the buildings in town.
As the sun started to set, the guy with the dog muttered something. Direct eye contact for a moment as he said, "Whole town's haunted." And hurried away with the dog.
Lou's car wouldn't start when we got back to it. The lights flashed when he hit the little button, but that was all. No click, no dome light, nothing. We went to the video store and hung out with the owner for a while hoping the problem would fix itself. No such luck. The car was still dead. Pop the hood, grab a flashlight, check the battery. No. The flashlight dies just as we turn it on. Pop the trunk get a new flashlight. Flicker, flicker, out. Two dead flashlights. Lou's phone stops working for a little while. He finally gets a hold of Charley to come get us. While we wait, a pride of calico cats comes out to watch us. They arrange themselves around the car and stare into our souls.
It's a strange day.