overhaul / undertow

Friday, January 30, 2004


...well, that I've heard lately, that is.

John Vanderslice, "You Were My Fiji":

oh we kissed only once
in your stripped-down apartment
you sold all your furniture
so we kissed on the floor
it's like a whaling ship being on tour
you know next day you gotta set sail
in your 350 Ford
oh but you.
You were my Fiji.
Believe me.
Those hours with you, they
only expand.
but I fell in love with somebody else's sand,
somebody else's dry land...
and you're a stripper now in New Orleans
fucking whale sank my van and
took my shipmates into the sea...


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