It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-03-29 01:58 am (UTC)[He leans back, blinking rapidly and looking thoughtful.] Sometimes the voices are faint, in that very annoying conversation just out of range sort of way. Distracting. Irritating. It makes one nervous. One's blood pressure goes up, heart rate--it becomes impossible to not be tense. And the more the tension rises the worse the entire experience gets.
Other times the voices are very loud but still vague, which is perhaps the most maddening. But sometimes I can hear them quite clearly.