In the Aegean

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For Dad.

In the Aegean,
life’s worth being.
In the Aegean,
the saints  keep you believing.
You will know all that is divine.

In the Aegean,
I saw a dolphin
from my uncle’s front porch;
it was my childhood vision.
That dolphin jumped and I got high.

In the Aegean,
you can smell charred octopi
floating on the bluest tide;
squeeze a lemon on your appetite.
The squid are dripping from the clotheslines.

In the Aegean,
Telemachos milks the goats,
checks if there’s an egg to coax,
before he tends to the fishing boat.
His cats all follow him to the sea.

In the Aegean,
you can take a nap at one,
take the time to be in love,
and swim under the ancient sun.
Join hands and dance all through the night.

In the Aegean,
I saw my father cry,
calling for his mother’s ghost,
like she got lost over the Turkish coast.
His mother died when he was five.
They were so poor, but he survived,
in the Aegean.

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Wild City

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Wild city, all your windows have eyes.
Wild city, what do you see tonight?

Wild city, tell me what I should feel.
Wild city, whose secret will you reveal?

Wild city, before I tell you good-bye,
I want to be your lover;
please take me for a ride.

You were my sunshine.
You were my rain.
You were everything I feared to lose,
but never gained.

Tonight the avenue is so beautiful.
The yellow moon is hanging full and low,
like a traffic light,
telling me I have to go.

Red Pants Lament

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I’m sorry
that I couldn’t make your show.
I was on the F train
when I decided not to go.

A girl just like you
was smiling at her boyfriend’s phone.
They were both wearing red pants;
and they made me feel so old.

I got out at West 4th,
instead of going back to Queens.
I felt like the straight man
in an endless Halloween.

I heard you rocked it,
and that they want you back for more.
Those boys from Brooklyn
keep on knocking on your door.

Straight Life

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The straight life is getting me down.

Thank God for the dirty people;
they save the day.

I’m going to get a drink downtown.

Thank God for the lonely people;
they save the day.

Black Beer

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(From the ill-fated Beacon EP) 11/21/12

When she poured me my third glass of  black beer,
I must admit I looked into her blue eyes.
She looked deep in thought,
as she watched the cream rise.
And in the sweet silence,
we shared a friendly smile.

When she poured me my fourth glass of black beer,
I must admit I might have been pushing it.
Then some friends of hers came in,
and they laughed and talked.
And one of them put some death metal on the jukebox.
It was then I realized just how young she was;
it was then I realized just how young she was.

As I pretended to look at the bottles of liquor on the shelf,
I caught a glimpse in the mirror
of myself.
It was then I realized just how old I am;
it was then I realized just how old I am.

So I left my glass half empty
and went softly into the night.
I walked along the edge of a creek,
and looked at the stars in the sky.
It was so dark and quiet,
and I felt so alone.
It was so dark and quiet,
and I felt so alone.

Come This Summer

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(From the ill-fated Beacon EP) 11/21/12

No bearable audio clip.

Come this summer,
I’m gonna have it all figured out.

Like where my heart is,
where my home is;
is it with you?
Where my thoughts are,
how long or how far,
can I go with you.

Come this summer,
I’m gonna have it all figured out.
When this cold is over,
and I’m a little older.

Where my love is,
where my life is;
is it with you?
Where my thoughts are,
how close or how far,
can I go with you.

Come this summer.
When this freeze is over.

Astoria

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Astoria,
the Greeks got it made.
They fled from their ruins,
and chose you for their graves.
Your cost is so high;
the struggle is the same.
Oh, Astoria, free your slaves.

Astoria.

It will always be
the Triboro.
The skyline promises
a better tomorrow.

The Hellgate dirty river
in their young veins:
kids are getting high,
and everything seems the same.

The church bells strike
on Ditmars Boulevard;
widows still dressed in black,
cross their lonely hearts.

Their aging sons
watch young girls walk by.
History is sold
for another coffee shop.

Astoria,
the Greeks are betrayed.
They saved you from ruin,
but you’ve changed your face:
the hookah pipes,
the hipster babes.
Oh, Astoria, free your slaves.

Astoria.

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