Walking In L.A.
We were up early and driving to thrift shops around the city, then into downtown, where we parked and had coffee. The actual city of Los Angeles was rarely depicted in film, but it was a city, skyscrapers and pedestrian traffic with vendors and beggars, with lawyers and pick-pockets and steel edges. We walked the steps of Angels Flight, and my heart was blown to bits by the music in Arturo Bandini, the life of Fante’s words. All of Los Angeles in the afternoon, the working hours, when the city was less molested and timeless, a black and white lens.
Firewood (Unknown Artist)
The piano is not firewood yet
They try to remember
But still they forget
That the heart beats in three
Just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from your cold hospital bed
I tell you
You're
Not
Dying
Everyone knows
You're going to live
So you might as well start trying
Love what you have
And you'll have more love
You're
Not
Dying
Everyone knows
You're going to love
Though there's still
No cure
For crying
Songs are stuck, not the only thing stuck.
My mind is like a crazy maze. usually there's 6 different songs, 5 different feelings and thoughts, 4 math problems, 3 books, 2 names, 1 little me lost in my mind of thoughts trying to figure out what's going on in it.
But then my mind goes blank and all thats left is the songs.
Oh no there's another song stuck in my head!
Bloodstream by Stateless
Wake up and look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hand upon my face
Words can be like knives
they can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
and haunts you
I think I might have inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me.