Ishroyale - Excerpt, Chapter 2: “Let’s Be In Hollywood!” Lyrics

Nothing for us in the swamps
Along the prairies in the banks
Beneath quarries and the pearls
There's only tinsel and the stage
Let's be in Hollywood
Awaiting the end of the world
Nothing phony nor fake
Except the crucifix and stakes
Cadence of showgirls
Rhythms on the page
Wisdom of the sage
Awaiting the end of the world
He's breathing through his mouth squeezing
Hands into fists and funny shapes
Says "I left my wallet in the car baby
Just need a beer then I could get us out of here
Don't want to be morbid or morose
But your husband is seconds from a heart attack
And he can't craft a joke
But me I can make you laugh"
Nothing for us in the blocks
Amongst the wary spindleshanks
Bury me with flags unfurled
Set it ablaze trace the spotlights on the stage
Await the end of the world
It's not the acclaim or the bodies 'round the grave
Ascribing weight to our words
It's the gasps and feints
Of those who knew your name
Awaiting the end of the world
Lived flesh compressed by poor posture and gravity
Shattered mugs
Flabby biceps
Grip twitchy and weak
Baby I just long to be anything but me
Or in the pages of a paperback wistful and sweet
Lived flesh attests to bereavement and grief
Shattered mugs for ships in the west
Tremors in the hull and in the ferryman's feet
Like him I long to be a grifter seldom believed
Or in the pages of a screenplay that drifts unwittingly
Nothing for us in the creeks
That hasn't been seen
Discovered by other girls
Consumed by the waves and the soundstage
Awaiting the end of the world
No blemish or age can spoil masquerades
When we're in makeup and plural
I know it's dumb but let's get steady
While we await the end of the world