Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Nostalgia by Emily Barker and the Red Clay Halo

Tram wires cross northern skies
Cut my red heart in two
My knuckles bleed down Johnston street
On a door that shouldn’t be in front of me

Twelve thousand miles away from your smile
I’m twelve thousand miles away from me
Standing on the corner of Brunswick
Got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek

Oh whisper me words in the shape of a bay
Shelter my love from the wind and the rain

Crow fly be my alibi
And return this fable on your wing
Take it far away to where gypsies play
Beneath metal stars by the bridge

Oh write me a beacon so I know the way
Guide my love through night and through day

Only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
Only the moon understands the beauty of love
When held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia

WHAT DO I HAVE NOSTALGIA FOR?,,,,, HMMMM.... I'M NOT SURE. BACK IN THE DAY I THOUGHT LIKE AN ARTIST. NOW I THINK LIKE A SOCIAL WORKER.

1 comment:

Aaron Vattano said...

I no longer enjoy poetry like this. It's too difficult to try to decipher. Yes. I used to think like an artist too. But now I think like a commercial director. Lame. The video is boring. But Wallander is a good show. I like it cuz I am wallander. One step away from total death.