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allone (usa) – zoom in (there’s life here) lyrics

there’s life here, zoom into this road map dot
struggle as sun rays peering through the choked black smog
great plumes of gray fumes the smoke stacks cough
a melancholy mushroom, hunched to hold back god

there’s life here, zoom into this road map dot
it’s a frostbitten gloomy little kodak shot
haunting windows grin those toothy broke gl-ss boxes
when all is food stamps and cold snaps the romance stops

this town’s cold nature has given these old faces
perpetual rosacia, weathered and broke neighbors
the howling wind whistles, whips until your hope melts
as it to tourniquet your warm soul’s wellspring with this snow-belt
it’s as though people bound in this petri-town are trapped
the crystal minutes in this snow-globe hourgl-ss
imprisoned in this withered alcatraz
a rural farmers’ almanac
cultivating power-plants
sour glances, bitterness in their faces, red/read
bitter winter, lake effect
overtly drafty strain and stress
overdraft in the negative
break your neck to make a check
to pay the rent and never save a cent
break the bank breaking bread
the writings on the wall
but it ain’t been read
(as the literacy percentages are less
than the frigid obscene temperatures)
making a living?
it’s either a criminal record
or juggle odd jobs for minimal compensation
at literal “mom n pops” with pitiful
improbable odds of making it

there’s a novelty charm in the touristy parts
but the marveling is sp-rs- at the poverty charts
if not for school founding and student housing
financially they’ve be through the ground
while locals loathe those suny crowds
swallow pride
tune them out, they’re a revenue source
they all imbibe
silver spoon in mouth, scheduled course
in life parents off to buy them a new porsche
meanwhile bouncers close their eyes
from fake ids otherwise
they’re getting the boards
close shop, nail the x on the door
since the rent ain’t secure
department stores implement
art of war avariciousness
carnivores in a monopolistic malicious sense
starving artisans and small businesses
peddle edible plastic provisions
sweat shop fabric fashion gimmicks
to a desperate demographic that can’t afford christmas gifts
thanks to walmart compet-tion things aren’t at all optimistic
although there are promises of jobs for opportunistic
single moms though no one to watch the solemn kids
as the somnolent pops are off dismissive
gone to pop prescriptions or dodge addictions
through all of this they trudge along
acknowledging there’s something wrong
locked in like a rusty cog
’til reapers scratch their numbers off

don’t get me wrong, the summers are immaculate
stunning and fantastic yet, three quarters of the year
this habitat is crushing to inhabit!
moreover, addicts battling the ugliest of habits
in morose dilapidated poor pr-ne homes
more over the border of foreclosures
shrug worn shoulders observing as their neighbors kicked out
on the outskirts of town are domiciles isolated by miles of acreage
drive through, take your pick and take a picture
little story of a rural house
mountain backdrop with a forest crown
their obligatory abandoned barn falling down
photo bombs the foreground
but when offered
the smiles aren’t faked a bit
hospitality and politeness made with childish gracefulness
gruff and earnest dedicated mom n pop services
hardworking over decades endured and heard
the modest monetary amounts moving through their till
mandatory to stop in to know enticing local diner smells
coffee grinds and food on grills, perched on a stool instilling
gossip eavesdropping on rumor mills
social b-tterfly on the wall absorbs sounds
dialing in the talk of a small town
admiring it despite the flaws i’ve poured out
and faults i’ve scrawled down…

social b-tterfly on the wall absorbs sounds
dialing in the talk of a small town
admiring it despite the flaws i’ve poured out
and faults i’ve scrawled down
astounded appalled how
there’s little to applaud now
with condescending piteousness
i marvel amazed reminiscing
i can not explain the nostalgic aches
when visiting such a city as this

- allone usa lyrics

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