Leaving from where I want to be away,
March has the jump on me, the cool breeze
and I thought it was you breathing on my cheek
Springtime and the living is crazy, not easy,
flowers pushing up through the sod
and all I can feel is your fingers on my back
Wishing they were, that sweet pressure,
laying in the gray black, dreaming, hallucinating,
and I thought it was you that I had chased
only to wake up striped with oyster light,
panting and sweating, hands clenched,
with the scrapes to prove my fall
Words in bold are lyrics from the song "Driveway to Driveway" by Superchunk. A very inspiring song, and a little close to the bone...
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Ah, that sweet pressure.
ReplyDeleteThis morning, it was counteracted by more frickin' snow!
Dude, summer come soon. Springtime's a haunting. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteoh the stuff that fills your head
ReplyDeleteand vines thru your dreams
at winter's end
Awe... I don't like seeing you sad.
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