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letra de your hometown - harrison lemke

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another wednesday morning
another bout of the same old blues
the hotel awning
still bathed in the same old hues
look over the water
from one of the upper floors:
more condos going up
the old band playing, all in four

the rising cost of living
the rising cost of land:
everything according
to someone else’s plan

you never meant to give it your life
dreams of the city in the tv at night

houses all in rows
uniform and brown:
it’s your hometown
your hometown

watch the sunset
going to piecеs in the lake
wonder which onе
was the fatal mistake
you’ve been on the waitlists
at some of the finest schools
you had big plans;
you were gonna break all the rules
but mom got sick
and dad flew off the handle
and you moved home
to a small-town scandal

you swore you wouldn’t ever give up the fight
pretty new york city and your name up in lights

graves in staggered rows
mullan eastbound:
it’s your hometown
your hometown

flashes in your mind
of every face that left this place behind
higgins point, watching the perseids
warm asphalt on your backs
dreaming like good american kids

—

come to yourself
the hour grown late, very late
house sunk in darkness
cold ashes lying in the grate
the streets are covered
in a mantle of virgin snow
someone like you lived here
a long time ago
face tangled in the window
with branches and moon
marked by all the time
nothing can undo

you never meant to give it your life
“don’t sit so close to the tv, alright?”

your worn out eyes
overlaid on the worn out town
and the choked up sky
and the snow coming down:
everything desperate
and spent for the day
joins in the darkness
and you can hear something in you say:

“you want to be a city
and i want to be a star
but when you get down to it
that isn’t what we are

“we’re children sledding
in cherry hill park
lights on the mountain
way up in the gathering dark;
we’re cars warming up
out in the sunday street
bells of st. thomas
ringing out clear and sweet;
“we’re blue and gold
st. vincent de paul
the world and all its promise
in the dusky fall;
we’re trucks without wheels
in the vacant lots
on the near edge of nowhere
still waiting to be bought

“i forgive you, you dirty old town
it’s not your fault i stuck around.”

mansions in the heights:
how they shine, like jewels in the crown
of your hometown
your hometown

- harrison lemke

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