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The Fade

by Paris Street

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1.
I promised her a tower It’d be the envy of the town Not San Francisco modern More ‘out-of-time’ than ‘now’ I promised her a cable car Over rye and mandarins And I promised her a tower On a citrus-scented whim In a heavy, steady rain As we looked up towards the moon (They even gave it a new name) Shining on the out-of-sync-ness that’s oh-so San Francisco modern An antiseptic aesthetic that is coating every corner Coating Choking Revolting Stoking Stoking ire But mostly Stoking nothing As useful as the clouds over a pink-hued city hall By jazzmen jailed with no favors left at all I promised her a tower Cutting through the misty air An undeserved record Of a paper-thin affair I promised her a tower I never followed through Stumbling downhill along Powell Searching for a good excuse I promised her a tower In the city, in the rain The first of many failures She never brought it up again
2.
The Fade 04:55
Stare at the ceiling Don’t make a sound Keep the breathing slow There was a feeling Was just around Where did the damn thing go? Thought it’d be different Thought things had changed The fickleness was quashed A yawning distance More of the same An all-too-common loss There’s nothing here past today It’s not fair to her A losing battle As I start to fade She doesn’t even stir Nothing besides us A gentle snore A brief domestic glimpse An easy kindness But nothing more Why does it go like this? There’s nothing here past today It’s not fair to her A losing battle As I start to fade She doesn’t even stir
3.
We had cocktails In Scottsdale The Old Town With sunburned arms That were once pale Pre-Scottsdale The Giants fans Clog the bars Past retail And art sales The galleries Become a blur The air stale In Scottsdale Our last time Is inferred Thoughts trail No avail At the hotel The hint received Words fail In Scottsdale A clumsy hug I watched you leave
4.
In the waning days of my ‘hot stuff’ phase When I was dumb enough to believe That I could keep a streak of optimism going For longer than a couple weeks It was close enough to my birthday Where we could go ahead and indulge On a wintry Monday evening, it was like We had the whole town to ourselves Hustling through the billiard hall You claimed that you let me win We escaped the karaoke place Before the karaoke could begin In and out of the brasserie With the chintzy 80’s neon sign We caught some pints at the British pub before Walking to the local dive Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar Two years since I found myself here And I’m far from being settled in The only thing that’s certain’s that This ‘stranger’ act is wearing thin There’s so much still to explore, and I’d love To explore it with you by my side And maybe get a streak of optimism Lasting far beyond the wintertime Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar Who’d have thought we could ever feel so charmed While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar A joy that’s caught, and a lust for life recharged While watching some Topgolf bullshit at a nearly-empty bar
5.
This song is an instrumental.

credits

released November 17, 2023

Written and performed by Carl Polgar.

With:

J. Avery Vaughn - guitars on 'The Fade (Out)'
Neely Vaughn - vocals on 'I Promised Her A Tower'

Recorded between January of 2019 and August of 2023 in Sacramento, California. The Vaughn family contributions were recorded in Memphis, Tennessee in April of 2019.

Tools: AmpliTube, Audacity, classical guitar, egg shaker, electric guitars, 5-string bass, Holly+, LMMS, melodica, Reaper, Snarebuzz, tambourine, ukulele bass.

Mastering: The SoundLAB

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