The Foo Fighters: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace (2007)-Davey Boy
Thursday, April 3rd, 2008The Foo Fighters: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace (2007)

Copyright C. 2008 Davey Boy
The Foo Fighters: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace (2007)

Copyright C. 2008 Davey Boy
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Lets talk of moving away
and finally making that change.
Not too big a distance
but to a new and exciting landscape,
a vision we’ve only briefly visited.
Don’t care for the cuisine,
but the weather seems good enough.
True, we don’t know the area,
and the prices may be steep.
Also the climate can be a little erratic
but that adds to the charm.
Suddenly that sickening feeling returns.
An unavoidable temptress, wrestles her way into sight.
Whether she enjoys it or not
her relentless tormenting will not stop,
at least until I can rest my aching head.
In the morning I’ll have slept my uncertainty away,
but I have no doubt she’ll be waiting
with her confident, unyielding stare.
Copyright C. 2008 Danny Washington
But where is everyone?
I wonder if there’s a meeting, to which I was not invited.
Or perhaps someones having a party… No to quiet for that.
Windows have been left open, and the Doors left unlocked
are so common, it seems people left in a hurry.
Perhaps something bad is coming.
Or something good has just left.
Perhaps everyone tired of city life.
I have the unsettling feeling, that even my footsteps
are making no sound on this deserted street.
The young couple, fresh faced and holding hands.
The sightseers, the night club goers, the tired and the world warn…
All gone. And with no mark left behind.
Nothing to suggest they had ever been there.
The streets are dry, the sky clear.
No scuttling rats, no buzzing machines.
Not a solitary hint of life.
So where is everyone?
Has everyone gone to bed?
Are they hiding something?
Perhaps they’ve all been killed, but then
why am I still here?
And the most frightening question was still to come.
Had they ever been there?
Had they ever walked hand in hand, talking loudly
into mobile phones. Had they ever exchanged kisses,
or thrown fists at one another.
Had they ever listened to a song, or picked a flower.
Had I ever been here?
Had I ever laughed at a joke, or had a cup of coffee.
Had I ever read a book, or watched a film.
Perhaps I hadn’t, but that still doesn’t answer my question.
Where is everyone?
The music can play back so loud out here,
a view of the city sprawled out in front.
The lights of the metropolis flicker,
dancing in time to the sounds that we make.
To anxious of our surroundings to care
about the dark journey we’re beginning.
Such superficial trinkets are amongst
the most beautiful views one can hope for,
from a city at night, such as this one.
So rarely is anything as divine
as the company I share in this place.
Still, all through my apprehension and doubt
I know that when the next night rolls around
I may be on my own, or I may not.
I could be depressed, trippin’, or angry.
I could be listening to some music,
melancholic and dark, or a tight groove.
But I’ll still have this skyline for a view.
Bright lights in the dark, so many colours.
All different heights, in a forest of steel
filled with dark creatures, fighting over mates.
Down in dingy holes or above the trees,
scuttling around desperately in dirt,
trying so endlessly to find their point.
Seeking out food and a warm place to sleep
if only for a few peaceful hours,
because then the day comes
and a host of other creatures awake.
So many lives to perceive as I will,
so many beliefs and dreams to be shared.
And it’ll always be here. Every night.
Copyright C. 2008 Lauren Singer
Copyright C. 2008 Lauren Singer