Friday Music - Franz Ferdinand

This band is weird...good.

Wishing Does.

It started in youth,
Eternities roulette,
By the shores of Erie,
Where the lake's storms
Never subsided inside.

In the shadows
Of the gilded mansions,
Excess wasted, washed out,
Tempted eyes looking up the hill.
A keen sensitive girl
playing the fool to fools;
Thick, dense and never worthy.
Umbrage gushes...

Creativity abounds.
Exploration awaits.
And searching begins.
A friendly, vicious tryst;
You went into the deep end
And you thought you could swim.
A mature hand pats down the fires,
Picking you up,
Guiding you.

Opportunity.
Beauty spilled while searching;
Complacency in comfort.
Searching for a spark
And you find two.
Both open your eyes;
You search for your
Internal extinguished fire.

Wandering,
A discovery in discovery.
Delusional, past their prime,
Wolves looking for an easy meal.
You lead them to the feast...
Impressiveness less an option.
Lonely and misplaced,
You hold your sparks close.

Lines blur.
Formless color.
A pitch dark forest.
Unable to see the trees,
Or your own hands,
or the occasional path
To lead you free.
Panic, mildly frantic,
Even though the tools are there.

the House
the Rock
the Education
the Facade
the Stumbling
the Faltering

Hold your sparks tight.
Let them keep you warm.
You're Clever.
Find the tools...