A broken atari that we found in the alley behind a porn shop, a dirty magazine that was laying underneath the atari, the bum who apparently owned the magazine that was under the atari in the alley and was enjoying it as we grabbed it from his tiny hands. A casio keyboard that we found at a thriftstore with the C rubbed off of it and a pair of broken sunglasses with the barely legible "Property of Corey Hart" dangling from the key A..2. And then several years went by a mustache was grown insults were thrown someone slept all alone, because mustaches tickle. Oh and there was that moment at prom when Dee Dee's date told him in not such a subtle way "Hey man, you're not Ferris Bueller, so grow up and roll your suit sleeves down" and Inas date screamed in terror from across a Beyonce driven dance floor "This isn't The Gonnies, you're not Corey Feldman, I'm not Chunk and I won't do the truffle shuffle" and so we were left alone in seperate corners dancing to imaginary laser beams that emitted the playlist infomercial version of the Totally 80's compilation while the rest of the world was partying like it was 1999.
Sounds Like
A 3:35 a.m. infomercial for a 1984 one hit wonder B sides cd compilation.
When we were young we knew this city better than we do now. We climbed it wide eyed and arms outstretched because it was our playground, but time has passed and now it is nothing more than a graveyard for half forgotten memories. The bridges that we called castles have been sealed shut like time capsules still hiding empty bottles and half smoked cigarette butts. The buildings that we made into homes and saw as mansions have been boarded up or torn down to build homes for the people we would have known and been had we not rushed to the finish line first so eager to grow up. And the river bank that we threw beach parties on and stared into the river that we called an ocean dreaming what it would be like to reach the other side from has been replaced by concrete snakes climbing from what we used to be.
We grew from scattered ashes of the blank generation like wild weeds coming out of sidewalk cracks. Following different avenues like perfect veins until we met at the heart and found that there was nothing left to do but carry ourselves on childhood influences and an optimistic sense of the future. Separately we have spent years tearing at the walls of conventional rock and roll until it fell to our feet leaving mere traces of a foundation on which to build our collective synthesized skyscraper.
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