Writings of the Nomad Junkie

THERE IS NOTHING LEFT FOR ME HERE

the Children of Warhol 

 

Gentrified Minds
Speak in Gentrified Times
Of Gentrified Ways
In Gentrified Days

With tongues that they stole
From mouths that they sold
In order to live "that way."

That way is the day
That you knew you would pay
For the sins of a hustler
And a mother and father
Who gave birth to the start of decay.

My gait is no longer my own,
Nor the shoes in which I roam
Barely is the air that I suck
And the sounds that I groan.

I have no culture
Only a Vulture
That breeds on my dying days.

                      

the Children of Warhol

 

 

 

(c) copyright 2008 .  These were the inspirational lyrics for My Dying City the Nomad Junkie's forthcoming radio drama about the gentrification of NYC and the "death of the New York mentality," a companion volume to the short story  What Happened to the Brother on the Block? The album and text will be released in 2010.

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