Vertigo Kid

why
whywhywhy
why does it all have to change?
why, does it have to be this way? why,
I say.

that cigarette you hold between your fingers
so smooth and cool
is me.
I'm your cigarette.
so you take a drag 'cause you're addicted,
you take a drag 'cause you're in love
and when you inhale deep enough
I'm in your lungs,
so close to your heart but
before I can reach out
you
exhale
me
and then crush the rest of me,
under your
heel.

don't take that medicine, kid
you don't need it tonight
just strum on that guitar, kid
and croon with that voice of gold
and go wherever you please
but promise me you'll be careful, kid
be careful, kid
be careful.

but you weren't
you lost him
he's gone now
you forgot

look up, wont you?
look at the stars
the stars don't know what you are, only
who
they see you with a light and they will
never
judge you, or hate you, or tell you that you were wrong
(even if you were)
because they're stars.
so next time you're questioning why,
or sending clouds of smoke into the sky or
making that drug your lullaby
look at the stars
'cause they're always looking at you, kid.

don't forget.

"Positively Fourth Street" -Bob Dylan

Well, we drive down the street in our car.
I suppose to you, it would look antique, but to me it's new because
I am living now (in the past).
Maybe I lost my faith a little bit, but did I have any faith to begin with.
I'm sitting in the backseat, as always, on the way to visit our family
our so-called family.
for our so-called holiday celebration.
I'm just not happy here, because none of them are like me.
But that's ok, I'll be out of here soon enough.
Is it sad? Perhaps.
I'm myself. At least I'm myself.
I don't think anyone can take that away.
No, no one can.

"Let's Go Surfing" -The Drums

highkneeshighkneeshighknees
I'm running like a soldier marches.
I look silly.
But that's ok.

Wanna go surfing?

It's not summer, and we don't live by the beach
you say
Stop being silly.
We don't need summer and we don't need a beach
we just need you and we just need me.
You still laugh at me.

Well fine, then.
I roller skate away and and you come sprinting after me.
Of course suburbia can be our playground
our waves, if you wish.

So we surf down the streets
and through piles of leaves,
fasterandfasterand
I love to rollerskate with you.
It's silly how much I do.




Listen Here.

"Royal Blue" -Cold War Kids

Shoulders shrugging, do you like jazz music?
I'm going to strut down the street, and you can't say anything. Everyone thinks you're crazy when you dance. But if I can hear the music, why deny the dance? And they can just forget about it.
"From now on, with the sky as my roof."
I'm a tireless vagabond and I'll go where I please.
Clap, stomp, move, in time.
I'll show my true colors out here, and if you happen to see, I'll paint them even brighter.
For who am I to hide myself? Who am I to disguise my being? Who am I to conceal my existence from the world,
when it gave me my existence?



Listen Here.

"Mine Is Yours" -Cold War Kids

Water is dripping from a dripping drainpipe and I'm walking in the cellar of this run-down factory.
Didn't there used to be something here?
And so I'm tired of this place because it'swet and it'scold and darkandemptyandbroken
and gone.
There's the door.
Why is the door, something I never thought of before?
My hot sweaty hand grips the cold clammy doorknob. My heart is beating faster than ever before.
I turn the knob, and throw the door open wide.
I'm in a tunnel, and there's light at the end. Some goddamn cliche? All this for something I've heard before?
But I still can't deny the light at the end.
So I run.
(we'll make it.)



Listen Here.

"Helena Beat" -Foster the People

I wake up, and I don't know wherewhowhy I am.
I'm lying on the dirt, on the drydry dirt, and I'm bound. By my ankles and my wrists, I'm tied. To the ground.
How can I be tied to the ground?
I think this thought, and the ropes disappear.
The next second, I'm standing.
Desert. I'm in a desert, and there's only grass here and there.
A moment later, something appears in the distance, and it's racing towards me, faster than I can imagine.
It's a ship: a great vessel of pirates. Racingracing.
How is there a ship in the desert?
I think this thought, and I'm sinking into the ocean.
That's not what I had in mind.

Listen Here.

"Dirty/My Third Dream" -Ben Lee

I'm standing in the river, facing the current.
The water weaves around my knees. My hands are dirty with caked on mud, and so I bend down and let them be washed by the rippling rapids.
I look up to the sky, and the sunlight glints in my eyes. I shield my face from the gleam with my hand, and I can clearly see all the clouds in the sky.
They're dancing, they're playing. Alive; animals. People, magic. I've seen clouds rolling through the blue before, but never animated like what was above me.
A boy and a girl leap from cumulus to cumulus, swaying to the rhythm as they land.