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Daily Lyric: 29TH OF JUNE

There’s something about this place

Some hidden force without a face

Something beyond touch or smell or taste

That keeps drawing me in

Cheap hotels and fleabag dives

Derelicts and wasted lives

It’s the northeastern beach town funky vibes

Crawling under my skin

But it’s more than that, it’s a kind of spirit

Between the wave breaks, you can hear it

Like an otherworldly revealed lyric

Or a ghostly tune

But all these descriptions are all in vain

‘Cause it’s something I can’t see or name

But it stirs my soul and sets it aflame

On this 29th of June.

It’s a brilliant morning and I’m bathed in its light

My past is to my left, my present to my right

The future is all but hidden from sight

Though I strain to see

The old habits are hard to lose

So I indulge, and deal with the blues

‘Cause I haven’t yet found a way to diffuse

All my fantasies

One day this’ll all make sense

I’ll bring the past into the present tense

And maybe the future can commence

It’s gonna happen soon

But in the meantime I’ve got this day

To thread my way down the Rockaways

In search of something worthwhile to say

On this 29th of June.

The planes coast in on their way

To Newark or to JFK

Their long journeys from far away

Are about to end

And I sit alone facing the beach

Grasping for something I can’t reach

How can I learn what it will not teach

I cannot comprehend

I try to pull the higher from the mundanity

The meaningful from the inanity

But it’s only testing my sanity

And I’m not immune

From these bouts of panic or depression

Or endless mulling or introspection

And so I hope I get an answer to my question

On this 29th of June.

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"Rockaway Beach 062988" - original AI art by The Hesh Inc.
There’s something about this place, some hidden force without a face.

It was either June 29, 2001 or June 29, 2006, or possibly both dates, that I made my way from the Jersey Shore up to the Rockaways to try to get out of my immediate surroundings, view my home from across the bay and therefore at an objective distance, and figure out what the hell was going on in my life. As of June 29, 2020, when I originally posted this blog, I was cooped up in my apartment in North Jersey, getting to the beach only in my dreams ... I'd pretty much figured out what was going on in my life, but instead I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on in the whole damn world (and I still am). One day, hopefully soon, we'll have it all figured out, preferably while sitting at our beach (or other favored landscape/environment) of choice.

No music yet, but that may be remedied in the near future.

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