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Some People Live Between Holidays

アーティスト:Gavin Castleton  アルバム:Dark Age 

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It can't be a coincidence that my last attempt to speak to you is through a hip hop format – the thing that started us talking way back in '98. The mormon church that raised me was where we set the first date. I picked you up a little bit late so we had to wait to go inside - You sang, I scoured, my father thought I was saved. You paid me back for the ride with a college cafeteria breakfast. I stopped working on Sundays, borrowed a car to pick you up at 8am, leaned into the sermon so you could do the wife backrub thing – joked about my lack of singing then I snuck off to play the piano in the primary. It was a healthy foundation – a religion within religion... and for the first time in years I had routine. We start to interact like long term friends... start to see you more – not just on weekends, not just with eyes open... some nights I'd rub your shoulders til 5 am, just hoping to help you sleep, just hoping you'd ask me to stay, then skate 3 miles home while the sun comes up, cursing myself because I didn't make a play, shouting my way across town while the moon goes down. I was the clean friend to balance out the home blend, tried to be strong and stable to offset your depressions. I failed the first of many lessons: a bridge of painted wood is not as sturdy as cement, better to buy than to rent. You flew back to Salt Lake City for the summer, shifting our whole interaction onto paper, it was cool, we found a rhythm and consistence in writing that we were never able to find in touching. I bounced to the west coast at the end of June to visit with family on my way to be regroomed and healed in Guatemala for a month Out of the tome, and into the cage, from RI to Portland to Utah in just four days Exploited at a family reunion – My father put the musician he didn't raise on display Back at the hotel room, I asked if I could see you, he was so quick to oblige He even suggested that I shave And I did, with his razor - something that would've been far more significant if it had happened at the right age. He thought you would save me, bring me "back to the fold" So the idea of sleeping at a mormon girl's house was easily sold You kept your dad awake late to pick me up in Provo, an hour later we rolled into Salt Lake with nothing to do, So we went back to your house where We talked all night on a hideaway bed Twin life rafts encased in American Indian art Treading history I was cataloguing every present second as it changed into past. That night was a culmination of a whole year's science compressed into two lips and peer reviewed A crashing thesis The softest demolition My eyes didn't leave you until you snuck off at 6am I was on a bus 2 hours later after a salty hug goodbye masquerading as a "hello" Doubled over in my seat, magnifying everything. For the first time we were simultaneously sick– where once was a nice view now was brick. I spent the next 20 days in a third world town, breaking rocks down into gravel to build a medical facility I conquered a two mile lake and lived to write you about it. I was starting to prove my worth, perhaps you were starting to doubt it. I bought the plainest wooden box I could find in a nearby tourist town Brought it back to Portland and embedded rocks in the floor of it, In the form of a sleeping elephant, and burned writing on the walls "Delicate Elegant Dormant Elephant Dancing the Equator, Dipping in Equations" I sent it to you with the Griffen & Sabine trilogy And in case the message wasn't clear enough I also sent a movie I flew back to Rhode Island to continue playing with the band You took a trip to Thailand with your family and got sick When school started up I saw you back in Providence You tried to step back a bit, getting ready to leave again Hose down all your impulses and


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