Bellingham from TRAVAILIKA megaplanisi by Stefan Jecusco

I stepped out of a bus into the misting rain
when the sun lit up the station wall
in the land of Logan where the Tomosaur roamed
where the fruits of my family tree fall
where it’s never that bad and it’s never that good
and no seems to notice at all

the empty courtyards hide high up on the mountain side
but there you wont find intelligent souls
try in the cornfields, storage units by the mall
in the foodstamp office without any goals
oh they got their beer and they got their weed
and their religion was always rock and roll

by the tracks along the bay Francisco made his way
to where the artists grow like weeds
as an alien I watched until he recognized me
so much stronger than tonys coffee were my needs
he said there’s no lying or in further trying
find a better place to sow your seeds

so it’s goodbye to the land to free to give a damn
like lovers who’ve tried everything
oh people are not known for their great attention spans
and I’ve got at least eight more songs to sing
like it was a curse, it could have been worse
a town that’s eternally spring

• Acoustic
• Banda
• Banjo
• Goth
• Heroic verse
• Yodel-core
• Portland