I've spent a lot of time in cars and planes over the past three weeks -- Bright Eyes' "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning" has been on constant replay. 

Lua -- Bright Eyes Cover

"We reached the welcome sign
to New Mexico
He pointed at it and we raced our hands
and feet right at it

And I think about me growing up
playing trains in your attic
'stead of going down on flower girls 
and moon wine babies from punk shows

"papa answer me one question this time
did you ever see it happening this way"
he just looks at me with his bad eye shut
and says “nope, not one bit"

new mexico

"She sat across from me
and crossed her arms at me
she says “your mother cries
when you don’t fight  back”

but then I look away

In my mind, I am fine
It’s not obsurd to watch 
How I Met Your Mother for the 14th time
but that’s not why I came to college,
this time.
We think about when we were
growing time."

growing time

"I squeak up my window.
I flip down the switch 
on my childhood bedroom. I can hear 
cars on rained down pavement. 
Little waves. Meant 
for me. that’s why I sleep better here. 
The cars and the rain, I never sleep the same as i did while growing up near a road. 

I used to hang by that road
with Jeff from next door
and we would pass the porn
and then the pot
and then the beer
we would throw snowballs 
at cars and hide like little boys
I saw his privates in the ditch 
it didn’t seem to bother me one bit
 
but then Cameron and I went walking there
she gave me a pretty sad dry cold cracked hand job
in the woods behind my house  

It’s taken me years to confront that 
I’m not gay but I’m also not straight 
And I don’t think that means that 
I’m bi  but Kinsey'd have somethin to say about it
and so would my binary homophobic grandma"

pass the porn (and then the pot and then the beer)

"I sat up in bed and read
With my right arm held by your breath
And then you woke up 
and asked how long i’d been up
and why didn’t I wake you
I said 'I thought about it
but you looked like the moon
or maybe a death star'

on your back, I trace the freckles
say 'they’re stars in the midnight sky'
you rolled over, mumbled 'cuddle me'
'you don’t have to ask me twice'
and so we laid there, got high and laid there
with our heads in the cloud, oh, oh"

heads in the clouds

Growing Time Master

Diet Coke Master

Pass The Porn Master

Head In The Clouds Master

Black Dog Master

New Mexico Master

belt clip

You wake up and read the New Yorker
As if you were a real New Yorker
You’ve got too much stuff, you’re a hoarder 
It’s alright, baby, you’re my mortar

But keep dreaming in a brownstone building,
Keep dreaming about that brownstone building x2

brownstone

grim reaper

recorded, mixed and mastered by Benton Wood 

lyrics:
you held my ribs together
in front of the seattle aquarium --
dead fish & peanut shells
on marlboro sidewalks.
our yellow tarred smiles,
black doc martens.

do you ever think about our love
and whether we gave it our best shot
or how we broke cause of different dreams
but now we’re living out the same thing 

how you're out with him now
and i’m back with her 
how you’re out with him now
and i’m back with her

your purse held my xanax 
my extra immodiums
i’d squeeze your clammed up hands 
til something would come out
in front of the gum wall
our blazed eyes saw couples 
with lighters beneath spoons

tarred smiles

You make your first pot of the day
I lay in bed, pretend i'm okay

We both read "The Artist’s Way"
We both felt it’s just okay
And did the same routines

Wake up and make our bed
Fill a page full of lead
Save the ink for our skin
We’ll probably hide it from our kin

But it’s all fine 
cause we lie all the time
to ourselves

Friend, take this pick out of my hand
Friend, or how about let’s start a punk band

In feelings fall, we meant it all
Then winter came, clear alcohol
Baptized ourselves in gin

Spring sprung us to true love
Til we were done and just sick of
The people we were with then

Oh we thought we’d outgrown
All the people at home
Except ourselves

Joshua Sales

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