If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish. – Charles Dickens
Distance: 5.5 miles
Neighborhoods traversed: Bay Ridge, Sunset Park, Prospect Heights, Park Slope
Number of streets/blocks crossed: 79
Number of avenues crossed: 8
Musical accompaniment: Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes (all photo captions are song lyrics)
Purpose: Transportation, Thinking
Frequency: 5 – 6 times a week

The whole world’s just a little oyster

Another century spent pointing guns at everything that moves

I can’t tell where the canvass stops, homesick as an astronaut.

Encoded arc our common cause

You can choose the high or the lower road

As we pass over on the arc of time

But the devil’s in the details

The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye.

A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds

This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway

So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way

Did it all get real, I guess it’s real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood

I watched your face die backwards
Little baby in my memory

But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end

Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn’t play

See the Soul Singer in the session band

If I could change my mind, change the paradigm
Prepare myself for another life

How’d it get so dark in the day?

I never dreamed of heaven much till they put him in the ground

Holding our tears as we flip the album
What if this leads to ruin?

One for the tyrant, one for the slaughtered lamb

Drenched us in approximated sunlight

The black machine
Played it all from memory
A fever dream

Don’t go there
You’re getting nowhere

My maiden mother crone

I’d give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call

With the Son of God just hanging like a common criminal

And make a plan to love me sometime soon

“Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party.
It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party.

How time can move both fast and slow
Amazes me

We were a goldmine and they gutted us

If you could just crack the shell open
I think inside you would find something sweet.

You know I’ll call you eventually
When I wanna talk, ’til then you’re invisible

I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend

But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet

Baby tell me where’d you go for days and days

Fall asleep reading science fiction
I want to fly in your silver ship

In the sunshine, try to act normal

One for the Führer, one for his child bride

And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter

You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on

I’m gonna write another traveling song
About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn
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