a poem in Rosalita's voice [V1] Violet glitter in the eye In the eye of the beholder A lightning bolt in the hands of the collector In indie sleaze And practiced ease Something is always pulling me closer [V2] A rosary filled with shame A valentine kept on a chain A six-string prayer, articulating love... Continue Reading →
from Nebraska
A poem in the voice of Rosalita. Read More. I don't like salesmen And you've got nothing to sell me Sure you're suave but you're just nicely packaged I'm bored with conversation That leads nowhere and says nothing And you said nothing Just to talk to me [chorus] Don't talk to girls As if we're... Continue Reading →
The song I’d like Alex Turner to write about me
I'd like to see you with a beer in your hand Swaying on the side of the stage, singin along to my band I’d like for your disdainful smile to catch my eye And to know what it means, to know you were havin a good time I'd like for your voice to call me... Continue Reading →
For A Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic (a rewrite)
Sing, sing, Sing of arms and of the men Who only want to leave Sing, sing, See yourself in the mirror Say what you need to hear You think that you can come here Like I'll say how to fix things Like the chorus doesn't matter Like you don't know better? I put my faith... Continue Reading →
Late Romantic 