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Stewart Beach
05:55
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Buxom, almost nude, I saw you
bathing on the beach outside
the shadow of a jeep a can of
lite beer in your hand, all your skin
exposed and tan. I had to hide behind
my shades and as I slowly walked away
I saw the sweat upon your lips, and as the
blood rushed to my hips, I must have passed you
twenty times to keep the vision in my mind,
and where did it go?
Wait there, baby. Soon I’ll be good and ready.
Don’t give me ultimatums. Don’t make it now or never.
Just wait there. Baby, wait there.
Right here, baby. Let’s spend some LA money.
We’ll buy a house and babies. Right now it’s always sunny.
I’ll wear a string bikini where all your friends can see me.
We’ll take your Lamborghini out on the road.
Needy baby, you’ve run through all my money.
It was so hot and lovely, now grown cold and lonely.
I used to shine and shimmer before the light got dimmer.
I loved the endless summer. Where did it go?
Love, I lost my head by the pavilion last night.
Love, I lost my head, and I was acting like a child.
Love, I lost my head, and I’m just trying to make it right.
Windshield smeared with rain and grease,
the tar caked on my legs and feet,
these things we’ve seen we can’t unsee
And I know it’s time to go.
Horizon full of memories,
Unnatural like winter heat,
I’ve watched the life slip out of me,
And I can’t say that I know.
Where did it go?
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Pamplona
05:40
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You wore red leather to the church.
I heard it squeak throughout the service.
You lit a candle for San Nicolas.
Invaders screaming in the alley.
The smell of gore, the spray of blood.
I plucked a flower from a sheltered mountain valley.
Oh, oh, oh, with the red around your throat
and the white shirt that you wore,
put some fear into your stride.
Pick your feet up where we’re going
the streets are not so wide.
A wound like an exploded flower.
A shadow stalks me in the sun.
It comes to me and says you’ve had your fun.
It drags its nail across my heart, Pamplona.
White planes… every hour,
a thread of crimson in the road…
a leather purse adorned with pink and yellow flowers,
Pamplona.
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