Written by George Gad Economou
darling, elevate some
of the damn pain;
let’s torch the mornings, ride off
into the deep night and speed over the canyon
to the other side; over the Edge.
while the green moon dances and the stars sing their psalms,
let’s set the world on fire, do a tango over the ashes,
like we promised during wild, sweltering nights.
sing me some blues like you did back
when I stared dead into the night searching for foreign ghosts.
how could I’ve known you’d become
the most prominent and clear?
we swilled rotgut at the beach;
you sang the blues, I had the blues.
we drank, smoked, and kissed; two foreign souls
meeting for a singular moment in a strange realm
while scouring for a way out, dredging up the glorious
pathway to heaven. we believed, naively,
the great Poet that wrote of pits, mountains, and singing angels.
he knew nothing; nor do we now. nor will anyone ever do. it’s okay.
night falls, come sing me the blues one last time,
let me hear your voice in a dream.
Text © George Gad Economou
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