Out to Lunch

  • Sun
    Feb 26
    11:30 am -
    12:00 pm
  • Mon
    Feb 27
    2:30 pm -
    3:00 pm

Lydia LunchThe plastic crumbles and the walls fall in
The sidewalk's melting I begin to spin
You know where I'm going and
You know where I've been
My mind's exploding like it's never been
The sidewalk's melting I begin to spin
I can't look down, I might fall in
I'm looking up but I'm feeling down
I'm standing still but still falling down
The plastic crumbles and the walls fall in
The sidewalk's melting I begin to spin
I'm looking up but I'm feeling down
I'm standing still but still falling down
On the stares that lead to Nowhere
I'm staring into Nowhere
On the stares that lead to Nowhere

--Lydia Lunch

 

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from SO-CALLED SONNETS by Rock L'Orange:

SONNET: IF

 

if she had lived a separate life in a segment of time she could not define

if you have stopped struggling after pain and you are soothed into her, yes, bodily

if he had been the victim of a gypsy curse

if Jeromy did not show himself, which he rarely did

if he could have interceded, as a ghost or unborn spirit, with his birth

if there was someone to protect me

if it were a tiara bestowed to her hand

if there were a holster to put it in

if you’re going to that town up ahead

if to an electric shock

if she were standing near that morning dew and picket fence to pour this bright beverage, this nectar

if he were carved from granite

if that’s the way you’re going to be, I’ll just take my whisky and leave

if we see him coming, we’ll hide—flat down in the ditches if we have to