Given the day, what better way to pass some time than listening to the George Wirth song, Easter. The ocean and the sky tumble into one another There is no horizon between the water and the air A fog rolls in like dirty smoke and there is no sense of distance Everything feels far away and everything feels near And the lights from the casinos run like watercolors Incandescent candles in the rain And the boardwalk here tonight is just as empty As all the promises we made On Easter We’d ride that Jersey Coastline bus every Easter Sunday From dying towns down Route 9 to this city by the sea Decked out in thirty-dollar suits, skinny ties, Beatle boots Dressed up like the Bandstand kids we thought we could be And we walked this beach and boardwalk till the last bus left the station Watched those city lights fade from our view And the only thing we left with Was the creosote and sand beneath our shoes On Easter Now the streets are washed in golden light, but the pier has turned to rust The only thing that hasn’t changed is the distance between us I can see you dancing on the shore, I can hear you call my name And I can feel you next to me again On Easter Jesus rolled away the stone on that first Easter Sunday Turned his eyes up to the bluest sky he’d ever seen I wonder how it must have felt to step out of that shadow I wonder how it must have felt to get away that clean Now I might go to New Orleans or up north to Alberta Some place where nobody knows my name Or I might stay here with these things that haunt me Another ghost out in the rain On Easter You can listen to it here: homecast.net/~georgewirth/last_good_kiss.html
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 18:46:13 +0000
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