Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

If you said I was sick of this place,
I would listen. We would find a road.
We would be our own pain, our own song,
to the rhythm of wipers in a rare desert rain.
If you said I was ready I would listen.

We would find a place,
into the wind, some place different.
We would make a life of it, I'm sure,
dancing to Hank in a rare desert storm.
It is damn quiet except for the wipers.

I've always dug the rhythm of the wipers and well, you can't write a proper road song with out including them...nice work, I like the complex mystery with so few words........

We would be our own pain, our own song,
to the rhythm of wipers in a rare desert rain.

absolutely love this mnaz, displays a vivd image...thanks for sharing.

true love song, mnaz
good sincere love song

Thumbs up on that one!

Gawd! I so love this....
H

sweet, but not too-sweet but not diet!!!!! (I´m joking, of course!)
beautiful one, mnaz!!!!!!

Thank you everyone. Inspired by (and borrowed from) a Calexico riff.. wistful Southwestern passage..

I dig this tremendously. Your desert notes never cease to inspire wonder.

John

i dig this poem