There is no doubt I’m a city girl. I go away from the city for too long and my Chucks are begging for concrete. However, I stay in the city for too long, and I’m begging to get out of here by any means possible. I’m kind of like a hybrid—though, generally more efficient in the city.
in the country the farms and the orchards swell with oranges and peaches / a little bit of truth as well / in the city, politicians beat their drum / all the suits come around and it’s our degeneration
life marches on / life marches on . . .
in the country everybody thinks we’re dumb / we build the fire / why’d you come and get you some? / in the city, skyscrapers touch the sky / what’s the use of being so high when it’s only gonna bring you down
in the country stars shine brighter / than in the city / in the country, in the country
in the city i turn on the radio / only leaves me down with the question “what happened to our generation?”
Life Marches On, Live
I require some country in me sometimes. I’m good with some time on my own. I need some time on my own. I’m too contemplative, probably too sensitive, to not need time alone when I’m feeling reflective. I’ve written hundreds upon hundreds of pages of just stuff, filled dozens of notebooks contemplating. At the cabin, at the other cabin, on the road, in hotel rooms, in airplanes, in cars and trucks and buses. Contemplation of life, of school, of problems and then . . . of God. And God’s presence in life, in school, in problems. Hours with a video camera, a still camera, capturing moments. Maybe that’s why I do all this – capture moments.
The country, I think, gives us a better connection with the world around us, because it takes away much of that clutter that we deal with every day. the stars shine brighter. Metaphorically or literally, the air is clearer. We can reflect and see things reflect.
I’m a city girl. I love my concrete. But, I think I was socialized with a little bit of gravel road in me too.
and in this moment i am happy . . . happy.
i wish you were here, incubus