Between the Bars
"Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars, where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air waiting to finally be caught."
Title and lyric provided by Elliott Smith. Elliott, thank you for sharing with us what you could. You are missed. Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's all on loan.
As they step out into the street, Ryan reflexively raises his eyes to the sky. He doesn't know why, but he always expects to see the stars. He shakes his head slightly, lowering his eyes to watch as his boots move over the dark and cracked pavement. The only stars in L.A are the ones that ride around in limo's.
They came to L.A. to see a band that he had never heard of. Seth and Marissa had raved, and he was finally convinced. A hole in the wall club in West Hollywood. Sometimes he wondered if music was just an excuse people used to go out to seedy clubs and drink themselves stupid. Both Seth and Marissa had seemed more interested in finding the bottom of a glass than with the performance. After it ended, they made their way out into the dark street, bathed in the illumination of headlights. Headed up the street to another bar. One that served margarita's in glasses "bigger than your head, " as Seth had exclaimed.
He felt Marissa suddenly latch onto his left arm, using him to support her as they walked. She walked now without the customary self-consciousness of a teenaged girl. She seemed driven from within to continue on this path, yet her long limbs appeared to have developed ideas of their own as she stumbled along, awkward yet graceful. There was a light film of sweat over the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks. She was luminous. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips slack and tinted dark rose.
She notices that he is staring, and she abruptly turns her face to him. Her eyes meet his, and she laughs. A loud, drunken laugh that seems too big to come from such a slight wisp of a girl.
A lifetime of lifting his eyes to the sky has taught him that there are no stars in California. But sometimes, he thinks he can see them in her eyes.
And it scares him.
"Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars, where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air waiting to finally be caught."
Title and lyric provided by Elliott Smith. Elliott, thank you for sharing with us what you could. You are missed. Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's all on loan.
As they step out into the street, Ryan reflexively raises his eyes to the sky. He doesn't know why, but he always expects to see the stars. He shakes his head slightly, lowering his eyes to watch as his boots move over the dark and cracked pavement. The only stars in L.A are the ones that ride around in limo's.
They came to L.A. to see a band that he had never heard of. Seth and Marissa had raved, and he was finally convinced. A hole in the wall club in West Hollywood. Sometimes he wondered if music was just an excuse people used to go out to seedy clubs and drink themselves stupid. Both Seth and Marissa had seemed more interested in finding the bottom of a glass than with the performance. After it ended, they made their way out into the dark street, bathed in the illumination of headlights. Headed up the street to another bar. One that served margarita's in glasses "bigger than your head, " as Seth had exclaimed.
He felt Marissa suddenly latch onto his left arm, using him to support her as they walked. She walked now without the customary self-consciousness of a teenaged girl. She seemed driven from within to continue on this path, yet her long limbs appeared to have developed ideas of their own as she stumbled along, awkward yet graceful. There was a light film of sweat over the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks. She was luminous. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips slack and tinted dark rose.
She notices that he is staring, and she abruptly turns her face to him. Her eyes meet his, and she laughs. A loud, drunken laugh that seems too big to come from such a slight wisp of a girl.
A lifetime of lifting his eyes to the sky has taught him that there are no stars in California. But sometimes, he thinks he can see them in her eyes.
And it scares him.