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Sean Nicholas Savage

14 Aug Sean Nicholas Savage

CONCEPT OF LIGHT SPEED

 

i want you to relax
close the third eye
silence your sixth sense
drop your weapons
forget the future for the moment
release your thoughts
release your jaw
ghost with me
passively
wade in between
don’t let it catch
don’t push, don’t stick
drift flat
a cloud on the prairie
that’s what takes you to the point
that’s light speed

 

 

RAIN OVER KARL MARX

 

sum night in june
u smoke next to the moon
your window a scratch
in the dark
over karl marx
in the rain

 

any snowy dawn
maybe up studio 54
i’ve heard the apocalypse
been forecast before
i always knew
it was a place not a time

 

and this year was mine
it was just beyond ocean avenue
a typhoon hit us
from the worlds greatest view
it’s just too bad
how u love the rain too
then one hot christmas night
aglow in the jungle
the one living ghost
who haunted me most
melted against my sheets
one candle screaming light
it’s just so good
u still turn me on
like the sun casts down a dawn
after a cold night
over karl marx
in the rain

 

 

WORDS

 

 

at these edges of nowhere
there is in berlin
there is in los angeles
and in the prairies
or in the desert or just before any ocean
there are colonies
somewhere drifting off
this is where we get too
this is where i find you
what good is my language here
what good are our words?
we didn’t come here to speak
it is spoke
we came to be alone together
some came to be together
they will go back
and be more alone forever
is this freedom?
i suppose not

 

 

ON THE DREAM SIDE

 

 

dreamt there was some threat
of a large bomb gonna be dropped
didn’t quite know when or where
or what to do
but it might be soon
could be that night
and people were taking cover

 

i called my mom
then i found molly after awhile
and i felt like it might be ok to die
i guess that was the best place i could be
with her
we questioned the threat
that it might be sum propaganda
but the source was widespread
and believable
and there had been wars on
too long already

 

so there was this camp
and spiritual political shows happening there
pro amphetamine
at one point
i was drinking beer cans
with friends on the street
two cops nearby
they eventually came over
warned us this was against the law
to drink publicly in this place
but one of the cops was saying how he had just
finished a few of those beer himself
everyone was celebrating
then he related with someone else
on another small crime

 

this was a little too much
brotherhood for the other cop
his apparent superior
who then reprimanded him in front of us
shaming him for coming down to our level
and that was awkward
but made me smile and sum others chuckle

 

i had a show at the camp
but it was all so late coming together
even tho it was supposed to be a good one
i got there
brian wells was hosting
he said it was too late to play now
and i guess i didn’t mind
chris was there, listening to speeches
then i went to this family reunion
in a restaurant
on the top floor of the ‘hotel heaven’
super high and bright place
on my way up
when i got out of the elevator
i found grampa krausert
on the steps leading into the restaurant
looking shabby, thinner, confused
he had a little dog with him
he was mumbling to himself
in a high childish voice
that he didn’t know how
he was going to get back down

 

i wasn’t sure if i was seeing a ghost
or if there had been some sort of
family conspiracy
and that he was still alive
he looked harmless
and it was nice to see him again

 

i went back to the party at the camp
and had a dinner outside
with dylan and friends
at a big long table outside
calvin was there
i took a pair of scissors
and thought of a joke
i said “hey, you guys wanna hear a joke?”
i held up the scissors
“this is johnny,
one night, johnny looked in the mirror
and said to himself;
“i’m not johnny, i’m a pair of scissors”
then he went downstairs
and cut his family up!”

 

everybody died laughing
on the dream side, wit and humour are all about flavour volume
the predictable violence was my punchline
a kind of dream world pun or rhyme

 

at one point later on
dylan and i snuck into a fashion show
just to get some snacks n booze backstage
dressed in all black and turtle necks
nobody knew we weren’t models in the show
we even walked the catwalk
then i think the designer noticed us
just as we were walking out
he smiled, impressed by our swindle
and there was a great applause for us as we stepped outside
for pulling that off

 

 


 

Sean Nicholas Savage is a Canadian singer-songwriter and musician currently living in Berlin.

 

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