Villanelle from Lifers EP by Alcyon Lake

How sweet and sad it all seems hustling down 10th street, taking in the scenery. Gringo at Locust Bar ain't got too much to say. I caught the last 313 to Cape May.

And I remember big brown eyes and golden hair with a pretty smile
A laugh no man could bare but I didn't care.
I was a coward and preferred to run away to play Rock n Roll shows and drink away the days.

But I know someday maybe soon.
I'll sail from this island to be with you.

And on little Stephen's first book report he wrote his name, class and his school. He wrote the county and his country, then the world. Hesitating wrote the universe!

And on the day he's turn 18 he would said to a land that he had only seen in a dream. He'd lay in bed at night dream of maroon moons so bright. And soon he'd see those city lights.

Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.

Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.

And I know someday maybe soon.
I'll sail from this island to be with you.

• Punk
• Rock
• blah blah
• post-punk. butt-punk
• rock and roll
• singer songwriter
• Philadelphia