so says the preacher man
Why is this?
Why is what?
Exactly
What?
Never mind, trains’ coming
I feel it before I see it, I’m told rituals have something to do with devotion, I’ve only seen apathy. Then again maybe I’m not ritualizing right.
I’ve witnessed it before, “The Idea” but never been close enough to see it. I feel it before I see it, but that’s a lie. I mean I’ve seen its reflections, but by the time I see its true magnificence, its fragmented, or worse, constructed
It comes down to space and time, I can grasp that much at least
And regulars, I suppose
I do believe people want to live here
People want to live here. People want to live here.
The crossroads of America,
Where “Long Live the King” once dyed the walls
Festival of life, music lights free theater magic, strangled by Hollywood Chicago
I catch a lonely/beautiful glimpse of a beautiful/lonely girl
The relieving sway, metal arranged on steel wandering into neighborhoods obscures the light on the south side, Wrigley could be proud.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
This is the stop we need to get off at right, get off at LaSalle right?
No
It was,
but we’ve got too much to talk about. Enough space, shared ownership of space, just not enough time
9:54pm
Got ham city?
Gotham city, get it?
I wonder if they knew what they were doing. Upton gets it. Twisted and Shouting
Who runs zoning uptown, not us, you just do what you’re told, but I guess that’s why you’re a good listener huh?
That was out of blue line, I apologize. I guess I have a tendency to overstate the obvious
I’m tired of lying that I’m not scared to dying
But I’ve been meaning to ask you my friend, are the rewards really worth the price?
Do you ever feel like the car is on fire, but there’s no one at the wheel?
The twisted metal in corrupt orange haze?
Massive urban destruction, I mean landmark buildings, irreplaceable stuff, Sully terra cotta shit.
How do you make peace with it all?
All gone but wife children and energy
I knew him, I pretend like I didn’t, but I knew him
It’s not real, clap for the Mayor, it’s not real
I’ve been told it’s a tough son of a bitch packaged in a luxury rail car
Rippin’ every fucking thing you do
Sully didn’t give two fucks about that though
Only the idea was the important thing
JOY/Cut
