Elliot Cash from Cassette by Dante DeFelice

Hey son do you want to spin some Eric Clapton records
And get a taste of how warped they are
What do you do when everyone fastens a mask
And it’s seven months before Halloween
So I’m caught captive in some mutual friend’s cabinet
Keeping cool and closing my eyes
I miss green summers and stepping on gardener serpents
At the reservoir with Elliot Cash
Well I should call him now I bet he’d pick me up
And bring me to higher ground
But for tonight I shake that idea from my eyelids
And continue to sink into the sofa

Cause he’s canoeing in his career
And it constantly changes stream
Keep up like Kanye Kardashian
Don’t we all want to be seen
It’s the history of America’s
Television screens
And to whoevers listening
It’s what you make it to be

I thank God I managed to make it to my own bed
As my body clock shook me awake
It felt like an episode of some 1950’s sitcom
And Rocko’s Modern Life
I watch my teeth decay in the morning mirror stare
And scrub my pearly whites clean
Then slam shut the shiny glass on the medicine cabinet
And rub the clouds from my eyes
I grab the paper which is more or less my phone
And scroll through the life of my friends

And they’re sailing in their life hood now
Is this where I should be
To live inside a cubicle
In New York City
Open the window for some fresh air now
Sometimes that’s all we need
Or burn your tongue on black coffee
To find the melody

I cry at the sight of flowers
I could choke on all the nostalgia

• Folk
• Marlboro