FILM STRIPS ON A
EDIT ROOM FLOOR
GRAINY BLACK AND WHITE
AND FULL OF GORE
SO THEY SOWED EACH
FRAME TO FRAME TO FRAME
NOT KNOWING ANY STORY
NOT KNOWING OUR NAMES
AND I PRESENT TO YOU
OUR OWN LITTLE MOVIE
NO PLOT, NO SOUND
JUST IMAGES ALLUDING
AND THEY GATHER ROUND
THE FLICKER AND LIGHT
WATCHING THE END OF
ALL OUR LIVES

SCENE 1
IN THE BACK
CAPRICE CLASSIC
SMOKING MARLBORO REDS
AND FEELING MASSIVE
NO ONES ON THE STREET
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
LIGHT GREY SKIES
AND A DAYTIME MOON
SO WE CRUISE
AS IF GAS WERE FREE
NOT SPEAKING A WORD
LISTENING TO THE BREEZE
THE GRASS IS GONE
BENEATH THE SKELETON TREES
EVERY HOUSE IS IN THE SHADE
EVERY THOUGHT IS IN ME

SCENE 2
PASS BY
PASS TIME
SMOKING RILLO SKIN
NOT REALLY GETTING HIGH
JUST MELTING
INTO THE BACK SEAT
THE WAY I FELT WHEN
MAMA SLAPPED ME
HAPPY TO BE ON MY OWN
BUT STILL MISSING HOME
SAYING WE ARE MEN
BUT WE STILL AIN’T GROWN
NOW THE SUNS OUTTA SIGHT
BUT YOU CAN TELL IT’S SETTING
I WANNA TAKE FLIGHT
THE FEELING BECOMES MORE PRESSING

ABANDONED STREETS
DRESSED IN TAGS
THEY THIS CITY SLEEPS
AT A VERY SLOW DRAG
ERIE CHURCH’S WITH CANDLE
LIGHT
BLEEDING THROUGH THE STONE
AND INTO THE NIGHT
THE MEN ARE MISSING FACES
ASKING FOR CHANGE
DRESSED AS SHADOWS
HANGING FROM THEIR RAGS
EVERY STOP LIGHT
BURNS GREEN FOR OUR PASSING
AS WE ROLL SILENT
THROUGH THE HILLS AND TRAPS AND

(I MEANT TO SAY SCENE 3 HERE BUT FORGOT)
WE UNDERPASS RIGHT NEXT
TO THE RIVER
WE ROLL THROUGH A STOP
TO MEET SOME KILLERS
AS THEY CRASH
IN TO THE LARGE FRONT HOOD
SPINNING REAL FAST
THRASHED AGAINST FAKE WOOD
AND GLASS COMES WITH
THE FURY OF GOD
I SPEAK OUT HIS NAME
AS IF I AM NOT FLAWED
AND ALL SEE IS A
BURNING CITY SKYLINE
AND I GOTTA THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, THANK YOU

THANK YOU (GANZOBEAN)