Chromatics – “Kill For Love”
I’ve been arranged with all the other kids. My college degree has left my mind empty. My heart beats for bathing suits and my toe taps at saturation. Today, I just yearn for cloudless winter days and a paycheck with just enough room in it for popcorn at the movies. Stranger, woman, friend, drunken mortal, lay your head next to mine and tell me that these foggy stone temple nights will blossom into into a life we’ll want to write about when we’re old.
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We never wanted to scream, but now our money is out – with basements filled for video games – with night clubs that took my youth – with jobs lost to sunlight scholars – We never wanted to leave, but now our rent is due.
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Everything is always so uniform – ground and chained – tied to the white fence and easy to access. One day though, we’ll all be floating through space as rainbowed spirits – more alive than we have ever been as we walked to work in suits that catch our melted hair gel. We’ll look down upon the followers of religion and magazine covers and wish they knew what it felt like dream forever – lost in the cosmos and dead only until we can live again.
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There’s no fun in Los Angeles, there’s only little boys and little girls who paint billboards with magazine cut outs of tomorrows latest fashion hero. Televisions are road side attractions, while record players walk the dub stepped streets looking for a home. Reality is seen in 3G and love is felt in text. One day my religion will run back to the farm and it will find what it lost when it decided to go West.
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Beyond the text books and ruler table slaps – is a simple land where beautiful people hold beautiful peoples hands and tell each other about the dreams they dreamt in the sandy sunshine bliss that is otherwise known to tourist as the perfect Chicago day.
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Stretched out in the back seat of Oregon, with his toes dipped in coffee rivers and his hands cupped around last nights bar stool memory, the poet plucks his guitar as strangers give left over nickels for a song. And as he sings proudly to the quiet Portland suits, he dreams of New York City and all the quarters they got there.
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How dare you tease me – just lead me on like that with that skanky groove and that rainbow funk and that negro swag and that hipnic bass – and you just cut me off like I’m an annoyance to your everyday existence. Luckily, there’s other people who understand that I need something more than just a Saturday night fling. I need a that long lasting love, that will move through the weekend and into Monday morning where we wake up next to each other, both go to work and never see each other again.
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