midnight extension of misery

February 19, 2013 Posted by the writer

So I returned to New York City today after a weekend of writing in the country. I was greeted by cult members who painted my afternoon with things like triple olive, dirty vodka martinis and cigars on my balcony.

Consequently, I napped around 6pm… that happened.

Viva public holidays!

Never the less, I awoke at midnight, wandered Peanut around 9th avenue, bought a cherry coke and came back to my apartment with one major thought:

Graveyard Train.

I’ve been on a bit about Mumford and Sons lately, I had a conversation around midnight-thirty with someone close to me that went something like:

Mate – “Mumford Sons are like Graveyard Train.”

Me – “Yeah, I love banjos. I like the guy’s voice in Graveyard Train better… but I love them both.”

Mate – “Of course you do, that’s because they’re…”

Me – “Miserable?”

Mate – “Pretty much.”

I ordinarily struggle with lyric-filled songs. Words outside of thoughts make my brain too loud and tend to distract me. Unless, the words can adequately maintain a fair round of cat’s cradle with my guts… and make me shake my head… and grind my teeth.

I like songs like that. And songs like this:

So pour one down your throat, and the nexton my grave – drink to me darling, to all of them days. To all that was lost that I thought would be saved.

It’s 1am. I think I’ll work on my book.



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