i've missed a lot
i keep forgetting to post. this has been an eventful few weeks, but i guess i just haven't felt much like writing about it. i've been listening to a lot of neko case and thinking about other parts of the country and how i like the landscape of america so much. i think that's one way i'll always be different from my friends here. they're all native new yorkers and see things very much through that perspective. they're all such smart people, but could they fill in all the states on a blank map? until you've lived in the small town in the midwest or in the suburban sprawl of a western city, i don't really think you ever 'get' america. i don't think i'll ever get over the beauty of the rock formations in the desert or dark forest-y black hills. places where you can squint your eyes and feel what it might have been like to be a pioneer.
the last place i haven't been is the pacific northwest, so it's next on my list and, i guess, fitting that neko's my soundtrack for now. i love her song about tacoma (i think thrice all-american is the title). mentally, i just fill in 'sheboygan' for tacoma. (although wal-mart's already found sheboygan, several times over. obvs.)
I want to tell you about my hometown
it's a dusty old jewel in the south puget sound
well, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
and life goes by slow in tacoma
people they laugh when they hear you're from my town
they say it's a sour and used up old place
I defended its honor, shrugged off the put downs
you know that you're poor, from tacoma
buildings are empty like ghettos or ghost-towns
it gives me a chill to think what was inside
I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history
I invented my own in tacoma
there was nothing to put me in love with the good life
I'm in league with the the gangs' guns and the crime
there was no hollow promise that life would reward you
there was nowhere to hide in tacoma
people who built it, they loved it like I do
there was hope in the trainyard of something inspired
once was I on it, but it's been painted shut
I found passion for life in tacoma
well, I don't make it home much, I sadly neglect you
but that's how you like it away from the world
god bless california, make way for the wal-mart
I hope they don't find you, tacoma
the last place i haven't been is the pacific northwest, so it's next on my list and, i guess, fitting that neko's my soundtrack for now. i love her song about tacoma (i think thrice all-american is the title). mentally, i just fill in 'sheboygan' for tacoma. (although wal-mart's already found sheboygan, several times over. obvs.)
I want to tell you about my hometown
it's a dusty old jewel in the south puget sound
well, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
and life goes by slow in tacoma
people they laugh when they hear you're from my town
they say it's a sour and used up old place
I defended its honor, shrugged off the put downs
you know that you're poor, from tacoma
buildings are empty like ghettos or ghost-towns
it gives me a chill to think what was inside
I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history
I invented my own in tacoma
there was nothing to put me in love with the good life
I'm in league with the the gangs' guns and the crime
there was no hollow promise that life would reward you
there was nowhere to hide in tacoma
people who built it, they loved it like I do
there was hope in the trainyard of something inspired
once was I on it, but it's been painted shut
I found passion for life in tacoma
well, I don't make it home much, I sadly neglect you
but that's how you like it away from the world
god bless california, make way for the wal-mart
I hope they don't find you, tacoma