Alive
Solarscape
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Vocal Trance Hits, Vol. 5
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Mississippi swells I know Ever-drawing line to another time To the sirens of Chicago Or Memphis' eerie glow Not quite cause you're chosen so But in drains we draw in to drown It's such a small town so your instincts made you go And you reflect on things you now know Like how Cindy said "it all seems the same" Embedded in patterns you don't notice The features out of focus It's a shame The flashlight just falls in the direction you're headed But you just knew there's nothing to gain No measure of light among the sightless, immobilized and righteous It was pain So you pointed your beam in the direction of anywhere And though urbanity was not without its flaws You found the time and space you'd need to sharpen your claws And hone your eyesight on the skeletons upon which all your little interactions carry on Those that are visible and not Metaphysical and hot The anatomy of everything So when I got to your city, it was summer It was pretty and we walked around because we had the time You remarked on all the places that you hadn't seen in ages Disconnected from the metro city lines And on the closed doors of the fire stations Testament to forced displacement Shocked me so to see it from the ground What seemed so functional from great heights looking down But cities observed from planes At some point, so deceptively, all start to look the same You get distracted by the light below the clouds It seems to shine on through the night, you know And how it seems so lit up to some line Feel the brightness so confined Only skyscrapers shine The tallest buildings do define In letters now you wonder The lights you're living under And the vantage points you've yet to even come upon You dream of transportation, infrastructure, the bus stations On the blocks between the shops the lights flicker on and off and on And my imagination too travels those streets Thinking of places and the people that we meet And conversations with strangers on bus seats Like you and Arthur on the 28 The 45 fading from sight of the day Saying "Oh it is magical and cold The place where cities and starscapes collide" I think of the people alive and awake on Magnolia's steep side The living room lamps and the headlights of cars are like fireflies in the night sky