Here’s an old song of mine written in the mid/late 70s, but never recorded. I figured I would finally get this one tracked. I asked my friend Joliz to provide some backup and she provided a beautiful Joan Baez-esque vocal.

These brownstone girls they’re one of a kind
They give you their numbers but hold back their time
You can disappear in the stories they find
When they stare you down well don’t loose your mind
What a way to break on through in Mapleton

The summer days heat up the Brooklyn nights
But the streets are cold when the love’s not right
They’ll dance with you under dim street lights
When the morning breaks they fall out of sight
What a way to get so lost in Prospect Park

They’ll take you down to the Gowanus side
Where the water’s dark and the secrets hide
They’ll whisper so sweet in a summer stride
But when autumn comes they will slip and slide
What a way to lose yourself on Fourth Avenue
What a way to say goodbye to brownstone girls

Brownstone Girls (with Joliz)

The sequel to "Whisper Over Berlin"...

Midnight flies over Brandenburg
10 hours on a redeye plane
Flood the runway lights
In the Berlin rain

Found a jacket second hand shop
The leather cracked against the grain
Just a hint of gin
Feel the Berlin rain

C’mon play me, play me, play me, those old folk songs
You can take me, take me, shake me, take me along

The bars are empty and Cohen’s gone
Her voice still hangs on that old refrain
In the key of A
Hear the Berlin rain

C’mon play me, play me, play me, those old folk songs
You can take me, take me, shake me, take me along

The autumn wind is blowing cold
Left JFK for an eastbound train
Her sound comes down
Like the Berlin rain

The sound comes down
In the Berlin rain
Her sound comes down
In the Berlin rain

Berlin Rain (with Joliz)

Will you meet me in Chelsea 
Where Leonard met Janice 
Let’s take in the village 
And make it our canvas 

I can tell you some stories 
Cause these streets can’t talk 
I can show you the places 
Where the old ghosts still walk 

We can chase all the words 
Of the songs that we knew 
Wrapped up in the magic 
Tangled up in the blue 

Will you meet me in Paris
By the old flower market
And we can fly to New York
On my blue magic carpet

You can tell me some stories
I can write you some tunes
We can make some records
In the famous Cutting Room

We can chase all the words
Of the songs that we knew
Wrapped up in the magic
Tangled up in the blue

And we never did ask
How the ride would end
Down on West 23rd
Or in Paris as friends

We can chase all the words
Of the songs that we knew
Wrapped up in the magic
Tangled up in the blue
Wrapped up in the magic 
Tangled up in the blue

Blue Magic Carpet (with Joliz)

She’s looking for solace 
She’s looking for sunshine 
She’s out of seasons 
She’s out of time 
Winter runs its course 
Like an old October horse

He’s only a pony
He’s only a Mustang
He’s a July moonbeam
He’s got his own gang
Summer runs its course
Like a slow October horse

I don’t have an answer
I don’t have an aim
I can’t tell what you need
I know it’s such a shame
Love runs its course
Like a cold October horse
Oh love runs its course
Like a cold October horse

October Horse

New York City 
And the Hudson wind
Like a hurricane breeze
Blowing over me again
The damage and goodbyes
Of all those years ago
Should’ve said hold on baby
But I let you slip and go

Now Vienna at dawn
Into the morning grey
Walking past all the moments
That remain along the way
Every cold street and square
Old pictures cling
But the city is a hunter
Chasing down everything

From the U-Bahn’s roar
To the High Line’s gleam
Two cities breathe at night
Pressed together in a dream
Driving brings me peace
Heavy traffic and convoys
And the echoes of you
Still make a joyful noise

Yeah the echoes of you
Still make a joyful noise
Yeah the echoes of you
Still make a joyful noise

Two Cities (with Joliz)

I got a picture standing on my dresser
It’s been there for as long as you’ve been gone
It seems to me the only way to reach you
Is in my dreams or by the telephone
On the border of goodbye and gone too long

I see your shadow stretching down the highway
I hear an old coyote singing his last song
Winter nights are quiet but heavy with a silence
It’s hard to believe we’re coming up on dawn
On the border of goodbye and gone too long

Springtime in the mountains is coming down
I’ll see you in the Foxglove that covers the ground

I keep your posted notes hidden in the kitchen
They smell of coffee, honey, and old sweet songs
Every word feels like a bridge to somewhere
But I can’t find where the map has been redrawn
On the border of goodbye and gone too long
On the border of goodbye and gone too long

Border Of Goodbye (with Joliz)

A remembrance of a long gone friend…

The rivers and mountains surround this town
They remind me that you’re not around
And all the talk radio only brings me down
Black telephone

The streetlights flicker on the edge of the rain
A junkie’s shadow whispers your name
And I dial your number just to keep me sane
Black telephone

The moonlight rushes through a hole in the sky
In this whistle stop where the wild geese fly
And she lights one up lets the world drift by
Black telephone

Black Telephone

In a weathered worn bus stop
Cast beneath the street lamps sheen
Flipping through every word and page
Of an old movie magazine

Oh the world was turning slow
You always loved the summer scene
We took a gamble on each other
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Well the neon spit and sputtered
As you lit your cigarette
I watched your face in the shadows
A vision I could not forget

And the night just slipped away
In the noise on 4th and Green
We were lost in the twilight
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

So the years fly like the wind
Shifting high and shifting low
Now we drink to the heroes
Leather boots and picture shows

Was I cool and debonair
Were you something to be seen
In those black and white moments
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen  
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Tuesday Weld & Steve McQueen (with Joliz)

Vincent (Cover with Joliz)

I feel the days falling away
I know that you feel the same
All the years now on display
In between some light and shade

Midnight starlight
Music on the square
We used to be there
Running in the shadows
Rapping with the poets beats
We used to walk these streets

The echo of those days remain
In the corners where we used to play
Time slips through like rain
But we still find our way

Midnight starlight
Music on the square
We used to be there
Running in the shadows
Rapping with the poets beats
We used to walk these streets

Whispers of a brighter dawn
In the places where we once belonged

Midnight starlight
Music on the square
We used to be there
Running in the shadows
Rapping with the poets beats
We used to walk these streets

Streets

The Jersey streets are alive tonight
And the bridge is flooded with rain
The city’s coming through the windshield
And the wind howls like a train 

Headlights bounce off the gutters
And the girls on the boulevard
A siren closes the distance
And cuts off all the cars

The Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close 
Lays me out for another night 

The streets lay down so quietly
Like a promise left for dead
And the station’s fading fast
As the hours tick ahead

The screen door’s blowing open
And the headlights disappear
The DJ says the songs are coming
Like some turntable Paul Revere

The Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close
Lays me out for another night

Yeah, the Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close
Lays me out for another night

Red Bank In The Rain (with Joliz)

Here’s a bit of a follow-up to our last song, “2 Minutes In A Car Wash”. 

The story continues with "Little Blue Green Opel"...

She had a little blue green Opel
With a short funny shift
She drove it everywhere
Never needed a lift

A radio with buttons
Some candy in her coat
A paperback of Burroughs
And a half-written note

She'd park down by the river
Watch the barges roll on past
Said the future was a thief
And the present would never last

She had boots from Vienna
With cracked leather soles
She only walked at night
Cause she said it had soul

I asked where was she going
She said maybe somewhere
Then she laughed like a poet
Who had nothing to fear

We drank in the Opel
Till the bottle ran dry
Then she pointed to the stars
And whispered don’t you lie

She had a little blue green Opel
And a map torn in two
She said don’t try to follow
Then disappeared into the blue

Little Blue Green Opel (with Joliz)

This is our latest song...

We also included a Music Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gayGD05Z5ss

Shadows danced on my night stand 
Fell asleep in nowhere land 
Showed up on Thursday night 
But I lost that gig to a tribute band 

Took the train down to the east side
Wore my shades just to hide my eyes
Those brownstone girls swirled in my head
And I drifted off and took the ride

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 
And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 

Ran into Jane somewhere in between
She sells oils and wears too much green
She said, “rock's a scam and jazz is dead”
And then she kissed my cheek and split the scene

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street
You play it straight 
You lose the beat
One more night on Ludlow Street

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street

Ludlow Street (with Joliz)

I had the privilege to have a few brief encounters over the years with the great poet, educator and activist Nikki Giovanni. She passed away last December. If interested there are many videos on YouTube about her. 

“Mothers” passage sung by Joliz going into the break, Copyright © 1972 by Nikki Giovanni.

I saw Nikki Giovanni outside the A train
She was reading a book by Baldwin and whispering the quotes
She had that Harlem quiet
The kind that makes you feel loud, even if you haven’t said a word all day
She looked up at me once
Like she already knew the next ten things I would say
And of course none of that mattered

She wrote poems like switchblades
And carved song verses on subway tiles
With truth tucked in the chorus
Love poems for the revolution and letters to the dead
All written in lipstick and ink
Some folks talk about hope
She talked about survival
Anyone knows there's a difference

“I see the moon
The moon sees me
God bless the moon
And god bless me”

I asked her once, I said Nikki, do you still believe in change
She half smiled and said, “Man, I believe in kids, I believe in rage,
I believe in writing it down so they don’t forget our names.”
“You either speak up or get buried under someone else's story.”
Then she walked into that bookstore on 125th like it was a church 
In a way I guess it was a church

I ran into her much later at a reading downtown
Tiny room, bad mic, nobody listening but the ghosts
She read a line about her grandmother’s hands
The room went quiet like it finally remembered what hands are for
The words, not angry, not loud, but like a bullet that only hits the guilty
Truth is a loaded pistol

But Nikki
She’s in the cracks
She’s in the ink smudge
The subway echo
The line you wake up hearing but don’t remember writing
Nikki
She’s still walking this city
Just quiet enough to make the truth sound loud

Nikki (with Joliz)

Darcy lit a Newport with a gas station match
Leanin' on Joey’s Civic, the paint all scratched
With a trunk full of tools and 8-track dreams
She said, “They say Bushwick’s changing, but it’s still the same to me”

Joey had a scar from the Navy days
Said he used to fix turbines out in San Diego Bay
Now he’s doin’ drywall for a friend in the Heights
Said, “Baby, we’ll be alright, just gotta make it through another night”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

She had a spiral notebook full of names
Some ol’ boyfriends and schemes that never came
But Joey only read the poems she wrote in bed
About motels by the ocean and the words she never said

At her cousin’s place off Dekalb Avenue
Took turns in the shower, shared the one good bath towel
She worked part-time at the thrift on Flushing
Stole snacks for Joey when the hunger came rushing

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Some nights they’d dance to the car stereo
Some nights they’d fight about nothin' at all
She’d cry in the front seat, he’d punch the dashboard
But they never stopped showing up when the other one called

That winter hit hard and the heat got cut
But they wrapped up in blankets and called it enough
She said, “This ain’t pretty, but it’s better than gone”
He said, “Darcy, you and me, we’ve been holdin’ on this long”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Brooklyn Love Song (with Joliz)

Just some rain and noise
Outside my morning window
Strangers passing through
On the way to some rendezvous

I’m thinking of you today
Like I do when I’m breathing
You were flying through the night
Before I knew you were leaving

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

Ran into your brother
He was packing up a U-Haul
Said you called from Sedona
After rolling out of St. Paul

I know the winter cuts deep
And the sun suits your skin
But miles don’t mean forgiveness
When it all comes back again

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

Motorcycle Cowboys (with Joliz)

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

The tires roll soft on a road unnamed 
A hymn drifts out from a far-off band 
We whisper the words like a secret prayer 
And we follow the night with an open hand 

And we lean into the silence
When the static casts a spell 
We search all the channels 
When the station says farewell
Somewhere by the Nowhere Motel

The lights go red in the rearview glass
A gas pump lit up like a chapel sign
We pass it by like dreams we’ve had
Still whispering into the night

And we lean into the silence 
When the static casts a spell 
We search all the channels 
When the station says farewell
Somewhere by the Nowhere Motel

A voice on the dial says the war is done
But she keeps her coat wrapped so tight
We drive through towns forget their names
As they slowly fade out of sight

And we lean into the silence
When the static casts a spell 
We search all the channels 
When the station says farewell
Somewhere by the Nowhere Motel
Somewhere by the Nowhere Motel

Nowhere Motel (with Joliz)

I was dreamin’ of a city
Where the buildings live forever         
Some brick and steel painting        
Like a shadow and an echo
            
Middle of October   
Sky gettin’ colder          
Wind hittin’ harder         
Like it’s tryin’ to tell ya somethin’
            
The streetlights sputter sermons
mm-hmm          
And it kinda makes me nervous
uh-huh

Well some folks speak a language         
The city don’t wanna learn        
Written in the alleys
And the barrels that still burn

Drill gang on the corner         
Spittin’ like a drummer           
But the bullets still fly          
Just chasin’ down the summer
        
I was dreamin’ of that city       
Dreamin’ of that sorrow         
Clock says it’s October           
But it’s already tomorrow

Dreamin' Of A City

It was winter on the Bowery
Where the snow turned grey
And the streetlights look tired
Everybody’s chasing something
You were up against the door
Smoking that last cigarette
Like it was the only thing
Worth paying attention to
And I thought
Maybe I could be the next one
So I moved over to listen
Yeah just to listen

Inside Blondie was playing
Debbie’s voice cut the static
Telling every lost soul in the room
“You don’t have to stay stuck here forever”
You grabbed my hand and said
“She’s gonna be big someday”
I believed you
But I didn’t say a word
Sometimes silence
Feels safer than talking
I could feel your heartbeat
With every song

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

I never caught your name
Saw you once months later
Laughing with somebody else
At a bus stop near Astor Place
And I thought
Yeah that’s the way this city loves you
Quick and hard
And then it moves on without apology

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

Blondie Played (with Joliz)

This song is dedicated to the sublime sounds of Joliz and the poetic words of Hans H. Hiebel… https://soundcloud.com/user-198565200/augenblick

I had an old blue car no Cadillac
The sun in the morning at my back
Driving east follow the railroad tracks
Until I reach Montauk Point

Little summer towns all dressed in pink
A million places to stop and think
Throw a stone catch it before it sinks
Be back before the setting of the sun
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

I dreamed of Berlin and Amsterdam
Neon lights and a one way plan
Passport pages in a shaky hand
Standing in the line to board the plane

The night came soft with a lullaby
Backseat blanket and a blood-red sky
A girl named Jean with the clearest eyes
Said she’d wait but she cut and run
That’s how it goes when your 21

Worked as a DJ in a bayside town
AM/FM radio playing the sound
Of Sinatra, Chapin, and some old Motown
While kids played under the pier

Played midnight songs for the drunks and losers
Waited for dawn with the coffee boozers
Wrote some lyrics about shakers and movers
How they burned out just for fun
It was a flash and a bang when I was 21

Now I pass these roads from time to time 
The sun gets tangled in the power lines
I roll the window down shift to drive
But the past just fades and comes undone
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

She’s got a soft heart
But is Berlin tough
She was 7 years old
When the wall opened up

Her mother lit candles
For the ones who fled
Her brother played Bowie
On an old cassette

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

She turned 21
In the east side bars
With the ghosts of poets
And their old guitars

These days she’s a writer
And she carries the sound
Of that early November
When the wall came down

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Last Days Of The Wall (with Joliz)

I watched the sun go under
From the window of the train
City lights like scattered pearls
Through a fog of silver rain
Your voice on my shoulder
Soft as summer wine
I’m chasing down the distance
And the pictures in my mind
East of Indianapolis
On this twilight line

We dreamed of California
But never left the ground
I’m counting old postcards
From a life that’s coming around
There’s a rhythm in the window
Like the slow turn of time
And a ghost beside my shoulder
That I can’t leave behind
West of Illinois
On this twilight line

The dawn will find another town
And someone else’s sky
But I still see your shadow
Every time I close my eyes
And maybe love’s just distance
Measured over time
Between what was and what remains
On Hollywood and Vine
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line

Twilight Line

I was down like a pilot in a war 
Wreckage, wreckage 
Then she broke my freefall 

I fell fast no warning around me
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she walked me away

I woke in a city without a name
Sirens shot the darkness with sound

She said her name was Mercy so I knew
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she flickered and swayed

I was down like a pilot in a war
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she broke my freefall
Then she broke my freefall

Wreckage (with Joliz)

We walked tonight to the Guggenheim Museum
Her hair was blowing like it found its freedom
The city shimmered a restless backdrop
We talked of dreams we had and dreams we’d lost

She touched the glass where the paintings hung
Said, “Look how they capture the light, so young”
I saw a reflection that I couldn’t hold
A moment gone as the wind turned cold

Caught in the glow of a fleeting view
City lights blurred like dreams we outgrew
We’re drifting through moments we can’t reclaim
Like strangers with stories no need for names

Through the spiral halls we drifted slow
Each step we took felt like letting go
She whispered stories I’d never known
Of places she'd seen and the nights alone

Outside the doors the world was wide
Yellow cabs and the Hudson tide
She laughed like a child at the rush of it all
I watched her dance through the city's sprawl

She talked of staying of leaving too
The streets below us were painted blue
With echoes of footsteps and songs unsung
In that fleeting light we were both still young

Caught in the glow of a fleeting view
City lights blurred like dreams we outgrew
We’re drifting through moments we can’t reclaim
Like strangers with stories no need for names

1071 5th Avenue

There’s a payphone on the corner 
That rings from time to time 
I’m watching taxis scatter 
Through the neon and the grime 
Chelsea with her phantoms 
And the ghosts that linger there 
New York City is my air 

I’ve seen lovers in the doorways 
I’ve heard prophets on the wire 
I've watched the lamplights stutter 
Like a broken gospel choir 
The Hudson keeps on rolling
But it’s not going anywhere 
New York City is my air 

Now the winter’s on my shoulder 
I hear sirens in my sleep 
There’s a girl who looks like Joni 
In a bar on Houston Street 
She sang about forgiveness 
And it caught me unaware 
She said New York City is my air 

There’s a pawnshop on Canal Street 
An old Martin under glass 
I thought about the future 
And I thought about the past 
Every thought I tried to follow 
Left a song in the square 
New York City is my air 
New York City is my air

New York City Is My Air (with Joliz)

There’s a thin frost on Alexanderplatz 
Where we once hid from the rain 
I walked past the Dschungel last night    
Under a lavender sky
You’d have laughed at the sight of me 
In this long gray overcoat 
Counting marks and memories 
Till my breath became a ghost

Down along Karl-Marx-Allee
The cafés are half-alive
I lingered over bitter coffee
Just to feel the time go by
There’s a girl with a clarinet
Playing “Silent Night” off-key
And I think of the way you’d tune your strings
Before you played for me

I crossed the Oberbaumbrücke
As the snow began to fall
The lights along the water
Felt like a slow winter waltz
I left a note at KaDeWe 
Where the lights fall soft and blue
It just said “I almost stayed”
But I knew this too would pass

Now the trains run through midnight
Like an old and faithful friend
And I’m trying not to miss you
But it’s the season I guess
It feels like an afterthought
Like a letter never sent
So I pull up my collar
And let another season in
Christmas in Berlin

Christmas In Berlin (with Joliz)

Here’s our version of John Denver’s 1975 classic, “I’m Sorry”.

It's cold here in the city
It always seems that way
And I've been thinking about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again

I'm sorry for the way things are in China
I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
Cause you're not here with me

Our friends all ask about you
I say you're doing fine
And I expect to hear from you almost anytime
But they all know I'm crying
I can't sleep at night
They all know I'm dying down deep inside

I'm sorry for all the lies I told you
I'm sorry for the things I didn't say
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
I can't believe you went away

I'm sorry if I took some things for granted
I'm sorry for the chains I put on you
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
For living without you

I'm Sorry (Cover with Joliz)

She was a lofi girl
Had an old guitar
Liked Elliott Smith
And Hedy Lamarr
She’d stay up late
And tune down low
Write lots of songs
She’d never show

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away

And I’d sit quiet
Just to hear her play
Every broken chord
Was a better day
She sang, “Don’t try to fix me,
I’m just passing through”
Then looked at me hard
Like I already knew

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away

The future’s just noise
Spin the record again
Give a finger to the silence
When the music ends

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away
She was a lofi girl

Robert S. Dean

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