I saw this picture and thought, If a fire escape is something you use to get down from a building when it’s on fire, then this sort of looks like a sky escape: something you use to get up into the sky when the ground is falling out from under your feet. Or something. Anyway, that’s the direction I took with the song. Sort of.
As with the last two days, this here is part of my collaboration with Ramit / Train, whose 365 photo project just keeps impressing me.
—Lyrics—
the street is a dull blade
it nicks in a close shave
an army of misfits
they criss and they cross it
they walk through a bright haze
suspended like in plays
from rafters way up high
attached to the seven storied sky
and when the bells and alarms
start signaling our impending disaster
the ground is giving way
we’ll make our way to the sky escape
to the sky escape to the sky escape
the zombies of midtown
find comfort in their frowns
they don’t want a flyer
or advertisements either
they carry their life’s work
in bags and containers
emblazoned with names of
the people who pay them
not that i know
how would i know
but i know but i know
