Back to those days...
While candy is dandy, liquor is quicker and I'm finding it hard to enjoy it
Trapped in this vehicle for half a day
Finally coming to the desired destination, only to have it scoffed and scandalized
Moving on to the fateful era...the worst time
Devotion to my education
Walking, Touring, Driving, Eating, Laughing
Silence...
Seeing these long and lonely battlegrounds of the war from long ago leads me to wonder how life is supposed to be. Its heritage is felt, even after a century and a half.
Venturing to where his Charge occured.
Standing on the Top...overlooking the Den...envisioning the Run
Walking down the very streets of the 'Burg nearly brings me to tears
Here Be the Promised Land?
Moving on to an earlier era...the best time
Independence!
Freedom!
Liberty!
Independence?
Freedom?
Liberty?
The Bell...The Hall...The Center
These words have no meaning
Eastern State is where I wander
The cells are crumbling, yet here I am
Crowded rooms, no longer...
Isolation is the key to redemption
Home to Al, the mobster man
Stuck in velvet while others huddle on concrete
Electrocution, anyone?
This is hell...this is home...this is where their ghosts will roam
The sun is shining, the sand is hot
Its the OC, baby...
Not home to the young and the hopeless
More like the Garden State variety
Boardwalk's a'hoppin'
The Waves a'crashin'
I could live in this state of mind forever
Biking down the Ave...past the symbols of regenerating wealth with their beach towels hung so nicely on their porches
Mine hang so nicely on my plastic chairs
Them with their perfect tans and Hollister attire
Me: my skin-on-fire,
$2 flip-flops
Lazing on the shore
Enraptured with the life of Your Humble Narrator
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
I lose myself...
Alert!
Pain!
My flesh is burning
Can't I just stay
a
little
longer?
