I do music with lyrics! Here's a song from the album I'm working on (not the recording I'm going to use):
https://soundcloud.com/hlemke/getting-the-hell-out-of"Getting the Hell out of Dodge"
The stress you were under was killing you slowly,
and the city was lousy with dense coils of memory,
and the spectre of home haunted every avenue,
and it was too much for you.
So you said you were getting the hell out of Dodge,
and you drove out of state in your dead grandma's car,
and you mailed me a postcard from Louisiana,
and after that I didn't hear from you.
Now you've gotten the hell out of Dodge,
but Dodge hasn't gotten the hell out of you.
The ghost of Dodge follows you,
and sneaks up & spooks you when you aren't looking -
in the antiseptic glow of the supermarket;
in the feral cats lapping occluded drainwater;
in the brown dust of fenced-in overgrown ballparks;
in the peeling pink siding of your new old neighborhood;
in the misspelt signage in cracked glass at the laundromat;
in the tripwire tree-roots that dishevel the sidewalk;
in the spasms of wind at the dying of the day,
and in the lilacs and the trash and the filth in the midnight of the alleyway.
And do you know why that is, honey?
The ghost of Dodge is you.
