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    Friday, March 28, 2008

    Losers' Day Parade

    Maverick, well do you recall the feelings you were sold?
    Like Manhattan in the fall and all the washed away brigade within the soul
    How it flickered in the neon by the seventh,
    And so meaninglessly sentimental

    Maverick, now we only want the feelings we can sell
    Near the bridge beyond eleventh where you contemplate the candle on the wall
    Mesmerizing, how it flickers by the subway, yeah,
    Well we can sell it all

    Now you turn to me like a friend
    Your stock is rising again
    Sell yourself and I'll try to pretend
    At least that's something
    Figures up but predictions are low
    Carry you all the way to the show
    So for now you've got nowhere to go
    I'll drop you later

    These are the days and the stakes are so high
    No one will say that they care as much as I do...

    She waits for you by the stage
    So glittering and engaged
    Much too late for you to engage
    In awkward silence
    Say the word and she'll always be there
    Intentions perfectly clear
    Telling you all that you need to hear
    And it's all for you
    And she says...

    These are the days when you make me alive
    No one will say that they love you as much as I do...

    Shut up! Shut up!

    Hair spray, deranged, the smell of in-between still lingers
    And the cheapness just keeps reaping to the old refrains still lingering
    The only sound you hear, the quiet falling of the rain inside
    Your beautiful playground on this Losers' Day parade

    Maverick, you idiot, the makeup and the fakeup,
    All the falsy just like palsy and you still don't learn
    Excuses are so stupid, your remedial behaviour
    With all this comfort purchase and you still won't learn

    So to the ironbound section of the Avenue L
    Where the disperate faces come to see what you sell
    Live divine, feelings once mine, charcoal color of your soul

    If I carved you heart right onto my skin
    You were never in my thougts when I turned to sing
    Cut the wire, wait a pointless hour, meaningless never should have been

    So the architect wants a prettier song
    Like a dead end anthem for the kids gone wrong
    Immaculate dreams chasing beautiful scenes, designs for life (into your heart)

    Hey Mr. Nameless, do I seem a bit insensitive?
    I'm trying to forget what you are...
    Well I'm hoping you have seen us and it will not come between us
    So how could you let it go this far?
    Dead nobodies in company cars...

    Is this the radio that's safely saturating you,
    I pray that you rmemeber when the wheels stop spinning
    I walk to the wreckage and I dream of middle England
    This consolation travelled so far...
    Dead nobodies in company cars...

    This lonliness wherever you are...
    Dead nobodies in company cars...
     
    -- John Mitchell

    Comments on "Losers' Day Parade"

     

    Blogger Matt said ... (7:43 PM, April 01, 2008) : 

    Interesting how he references Suzanne Vega's Ironbound/Fancy Poultry lyrics:

    In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
    the clouds so low the morning so slow
    as the wires cut through the sky

     

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