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Lyrics: “Lament of the Subway Rider” by Dare Dukes
The spring morning breaks with allergies and stereo.
Hank William makes a virtue of my dread.
The garbage truck, it clangs to a crescendo
and banishes the lover singing in my head.
chorus 1
I want a stereo lover, broken like in a country song.
We will not let us suffer. Pretty like a sing-along.
I study the mystics on solitude’s crucible.
The headphone’s affection soundtracks what I see.
And gathers the characters for my subways intangible.
Like this shattered pretty one opposite me.
chorus 2
I want a stereo lover, broken like in a country song.
She will not let me suffer. Pretty like a sing-along.
Your eyes pass over me, across the advertisement
Of the snake-oil dermatologist careless of his oath.
I muster the oxygen, prepare for chastisement, and
Raise my eyes as you exit the doors.
chorus 3
I want a stereo lover, broken like in a country song.
We’ll help each other suffer. Pretty like a sing-along.
bridge
I cherish the bed where I take stock
Of the glances and sighs the subway might have brought.
The night brings rain and the crash of kids overhead.
My basement stereo is loud with a complaint
Of nothing tomorrow and no one beside me
On the angry platforms and the inefficient trains.
chorus 4
I want a stereo lover, broken like in a country song.
We’ll help each other suffer. Pretty like a sing-along.
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Many things about you and your music make me feel sadly rapturous.
Relocating to Savannah from the Pacific NW. When my house there sells.
I don’t know anyone in the south at all. I just found you for the first time today.
If we met, chances are we’ll be friends. If anyone can show me a few of the wonderful hidden treasures of Savannah I bet you could.
I will be visiting Savannah for the first time May 9th-May11th to talk to a real estate agent and look for neighborhoods and homes I love. Hope to meet you then or sometime later.
Sincerely, Laurel Wittelsbach