the elegant simplicity of a yellow VW bus–
–running down a California highway,
–horns in the background, resolution ahead.
I’ve seen far too many indie styled movies with great, great soundtracks.
want so much to know that shift, the moment when things start getting better,
long shot in pastels, Freelance Whales, “Generator Second Floor”,
sister hauling herself up the stairs,
me holding her knee, tired, lost, and snide.
this is the set-up,
where the audience starts to relate.
I want so badly to have those moments of life,
that never really live.
lived, ‘n loved, ‘n been, ‘n done,
long-pan shots and soft, simple, instrumentals.
quirky quips ‘n knowin’ no matter how, how, how bad it gets,
there’s a script to follow, ‘n somewhere else to be.
and how many times: what now?
no soundtrack kicks in,
‘n the top of the stairs is just tomorrow,
do it all again.
do
it
all
again.
“Generator Second Floor”
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