Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Tuesday Evening
The whole... singing... matter had started to get severely on Nate's nerves. This would've explained why he was up here right now, sipping beer and wondering if this was going to be another one of those one-day occurances.
And yet, the song snuck up on him unnoticed--
"Oh me, oh my
Get! Out! Of! Your 1950's fantasy!
Your face shines with misery transparently
Spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric,
Make 'em all squirm while they chew on it.
Don't disrelish harmony, (and we)
Community will make you whole, (are messengers)
Work and understanding are the chords, (of memory)
Way deep within your soul. (just whispers in time)
Now you've got a noon appointment,
You've got to hit the links
You're talking in the stratosphere,
You're curled up on the floor
With such a wealth of information,
Why are you so poor?
And they never ask--
"why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?"
When I changed from a boy into a man,
I said "never again!"--
You've got a chance to confront the world today
Desperate romance is the curse of castaways
What good is skill if you don't make it to the dance?
Despite circumstance,
You've got a chance."
It stopped, then, as easily as it had come, leaving him standing alone in his apartment. Despite himself, he smiled a tiny-- edges of worried, bright lady knowing, maybe even whimsical, but still so very there-- smile into his beer. "Here comes the new America. Wo-oh."
[ taken from various songs off the BR album 'the New America'-- like you wouldn't-- i might be a dork - and open if anyone wants ]
And yet, the song snuck up on him unnoticed--
"Oh me, oh my
Get! Out! Of! Your 1950's fantasy!
Your face shines with misery transparently
Spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric,
Make 'em all squirm while they chew on it.
Don't disrelish harmony, (and we)
Community will make you whole, (are messengers)
Work and understanding are the chords, (of memory)
Way deep within your soul. (just whispers in time)
Now you've got a noon appointment,
You've got to hit the links
You're talking in the stratosphere,
You're curled up on the floor
With such a wealth of information,
Why are you so poor?
And they never ask--
"why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?"
When I changed from a boy into a man,
I said "never again!"--
You've got a chance to confront the world today
Desperate romance is the curse of castaways
What good is skill if you don't make it to the dance?
Despite circumstance,
You've got a chance."
It stopped, then, as easily as it had come, leaving him standing alone in his apartment. Despite himself, he smiled a tiny-- edges of worried, bright lady knowing, maybe even whimsical, but still so very there-- smile into his beer. "Here comes the new America. Wo-oh."
[ taken from various songs off the BR album 'the New America'-- like you wouldn't-- i might be a dork - and open if anyone wants ]