This is a song about feeling settled into a place. Rebecca and I were reflecting on the neighborhood over our typical breakfast burritos at Root's Cafe -- our favorite local morning ritual. We were noticing how many moments we'd lived in that spot, and ruminating on the notion that when we inevitably leave this neighborhood, there will be very familiar things we will necessarily leave behind. There isn't one specific man screaming at traffic on the street corner. He is a fabricated proxy for the familiarity of strangeness in this corner of the world. On the other hand, the snow really did blanket the park only a few weeks before summer seemingly set in, and I really do dream of New England even when I am so contented in my life here. I'll leave you to sort out the rest, wishing you a happy Memorial Day, as I spirit myself across the chasm to a rooftop barbecue in the East Village. Be merry, and take pause to appreciate what you're doing.
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On a street corner
Screaming into traffic
Was an ugly vein
Sticking out that way
And it made more sense
To walk right past
Summer came on a Tuesday
And we laughed 'cause
Only weeks before
We had braved the snow
We'd crossed the frozen park
And back again
I was a kinder kind of person
Thinking back to then
And oh what's the use?
I do the best I can
to cultivate my attitude
He was screaming on the corner
Yet again
Always far off
And dreaming of New England
Always miles away
But honestly
My entire world
Is ten blocks this way
I got moments
I understand a pattern
It's a fractal in a fractal
As I pull away
I see it all again
I was a kinder kind of person
Thinking back to then
And oh what's the use?
I do the best I can
to cultivate my attitude
And he's screaming on the corner
Yet again