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The saddest thing I’ve seen since I’ve been back is the fact that all the people I actually liked that had stores down town are GONE. Without them downtown just looks like a carcass to me. What died and left this here? Though there wasn’t any parking there weren’t any people on the streets- no hordes of waddling Texan families, no tourists who think they’re mountain people or people on safari. Not even the guy with the rat that sits on the cat that sits on the dog was there or any of the familiar local vagrants like the white cowboy, horse, jocko, the dude with the popsical sticks in his ears, or that woman that likes to relieve herself on public benches. There was still a good deal more new homeless than I’ve ever seen this early in the year.
At times like this being reminded of the decay, abandonment, and run down into the dirt living that came out of the adobe dirt in the first place, I think back to a song I often sang when walking the less charming parts of Santa Fe:
In the gutter gasoline
Suffocates our self esteem
Desensitize, desensitize me
Hopeless hearts anesthetize me
Your voice will light our streets
when you are gone
This town is a garbage pile
If it takes us down,
We'll go out in style
She swears she's seen god
And we''re all forsaken
Hide the guitars, man,
There's windows breakin'
There is blood spilled on our streets when You are gone
The blood will cleanse our streets when You are gone
And I'm left screaming on this thoroughfare,
Lies a perfect angel with scattered hair
you tell me it's been lurking
This whole time down there
Just to carry you away from here
In the gutter gasoline
It shimmers like a serpent queen
Junk yard dogs bring angel choirs
my fortune caught with pipes and wires
I worship at their feet when you are gone
I worship at their feet when you are gone
Devotchka- Gasoline Serpent
last modified May 5, 2008 at 22:31
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