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I Dreamt New York City Was a Forest​/​Shimmering Like Pavement in the Rain

from Native Bells, Side A by Native Bells

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Standing on the cracked lip of Manhattan, staring at the silhouettes of Jersey City and the stoned glow 'cross the Hudson, shimmering like pavement in the rain. Your imagination of a grandiose urbanity and its diminution to the dark suburbs of Connecticut where you searched for food on your way home for the very first time, upon finding a bleak November and playing in it, living through it, and becoming the dead silence in your bedroom.

You found the towering tree in your front yard missing, the lush autumn leaves crinkled in mud, the house unlit. You found your expectations shot and bewilderment rampant and how quickly things change. And most of all, you found your pitch-black, alive and burning, quiet and potent, pining for the hole in your gut and whatever memory mustered as it swallowed the evening whole.

You were the subtle brilliance in the late autumn sunset and the early winter breeze. You were the wild, bleating hum of the basement and the shock of the Metropark train station and the danger in your confident dive to her. You were the fucking and the blowing and the single dorm room. You were the endless whiskey and burning blunt, you were the very first cigarette and the digital alarm clock as it's light's first began to fade.

You were the barren Boston apartment and the creeping sense of misplacement and the summer lights across Hidden Court and the compass yelling "New Brunswick!" and the scare in your cannabis haze and the heaviness of the studio and the variety of the sound and the train to New York and the Washington Square rain.

You are the dimming lights of Battery Park City, standing on the cracked lip of Manhattan, staring at the silhouettes of Jersey City and the stoned glow 'cross the Hudson, shimmering like pavement in the rain.

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from Native Bells, Side A, released August 28, 2013

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