My soul wants to move south
Up to the boulevard to reclaim some pride
I live in a condo
An air conditioned dream palace in which I can hide
Until the landlord comes by
with unwanted intrusions upon my time
My room is big with walls like tissue
Overhanging the living room
And when I play my organ I'm much too loud
But at night when the room is black
In adventure and air-conditioned coolness
In sheets cleaner than a hospital's I pursue my incest
In the morning I'm going south
South to the boulevard to work in the theater
And I'm already there and I'm working in the basement
When a man comes rushing in who knows me
And is screaming with violence and hysteria in his voice
Blissful thoughts of condo heaven fade
and I am slapped awake
As he screams about blueprints in his hand
Apparently I drew them and there's a problem
(go away I want to sleep)
Apparently I'm an architect and there's a big problem
(am I in trouble?)
The whole place is coming down
And as this guy goes to grab my throat the wall rumbles
It's going to come down
Blue paint and plaster and mortar crumbles
I'm up like a shot and running like hell
The angry man and disaster are chasing me
I'm running from both and I must escape
The theater crumbles and dies below me
Up stairs ramps and ladders to the roof I escape
And I'm almost to the top and I'll make it there soon
And when I get there I'll look down
At the street I love, at the prestigious boulevard
So full of life and decay and magic
And for a moment I'll be on top of the world
And with sadness and joy and abandon
I will move south.
G.S., 12/15/86
credits
from Water From The Moon,
released April 13, 2014
GS: 12-string electric guitar, guitar, vocals
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