Midwestern Sigh from Mrs. by Shiloh

There's a neon sign to guide you home,
dismembered eyes and pickup trucks,
pinup girls all giving up....
And lucky stars on scratch-off cards.

I stole a smile from a pretty girl.
Her long blonde hair looked like the end of the world:
Sunken faces and dying ash, all the things I want but I just can't ask.

So shake your legs to ancient death,
say a soda prayer for the out of breath...
and they turn their heads and they close their eyes
and they shut the door with a midwestern sigh.

Your unborn brother turns in a seed under your thumb
while you smoke a cigarette and keep on playing dumb.
While far away in that Hoosier state where I go from time to time
a blue-blooded swollen brain finds amputees in the classifieds.

• Americana
• Punk
• Rock
• garage
• pop
• rock and roll
• Chicago