i hear rockets flying over texas from every which way, so that it’s no one ’ s fault and everyone ’ s fault at the same time.
when i turned on the tv today, they were talking about another civil war sometime soon i guess.
but when i asked around, no one really seemed to care. is it too late? did we wait too long?
what happened to the vaquero?
i went looking for him, and when i did he was gone.
maybe, he packed his mule one last time and headed west for a better tomorrow, said to have only stopped in their tracks for a dance with a beautiful woman.
you may never see me again she said. but i wasn’t hurt, i just needed to know if that’s how the story was supposed to end or if it was just time for us to say goodnight.
come what it may, cheers to us.
all hail the stampede of giants!
blessed be thy fortune, for you aren’t far from el dorado.
and to those who follow, may your soul find what it has been looking for.
“jazz is dead jazz is dead, jazz is dead.”
written in bold fucking letters on every wall in the city.
that’s when we were on the road to nowhere, trying to make something out of nothing with the poison between our lips.
they said it was love on the run, but what do they know?
we did what we did because we had to, not because we had a choice.
there is no return. no one to call ours, and no place to fall when we are tired.
why do we keep running back? when will we find peace?
once upon a time, my grandpa would speak of lives before me. what i learned was: 1. there is a strange balance of giving up and giving it all.
to chase the weird and fight the power. it’s in your blood carinyo. 3. to count my blessings and give thanks, even when there aren’t any.
you are the ruin of man, said to get your kicks from running with vultures and screaming into the void.
if only you knew i was around.
where did you sleep last night?
somewhere in the claws of a scorpion, where i never thought i’d see you again.
have you found what you are looking for?
not yet, but i feel myself getting closer and closer. and with every step, i feel myself fading away. they can’t get enough of you roxy! the girl with stars in her eyes, who lives in euphoria & tragedy.
i hope you come home so that your story has an ending.
