A skyline like bad poetry

I recorded these songs in the Jackson Bandshell with a casio, my mac, and a guitar. Here's to all the Jackson kids.
   casiojackson by Wes Swartz

Maybe some day i'll die

One day when im 59

Then I will learn to fly

up into the alleyways into the night

I am like a mountain range

with pockets full of chump change

writin bad poetry.

Standing in the street light

with hands in my pockets

trying to bum a ride to the coast

if this is my town

this is where I used to play

not in Cougar Mellancamp way.

just the kind of way where you know

doesn't matter if you stay or if you go

you are already here

always gonna be here

In summer there's an open door

with faces looking out to the street

Heart skips another beat

An accident on first street

One car into another

And death to both their bodies

there's Jesus Christ in Jackson kids

with golden eyes and heavy lids

they don't know if they can take it

scrawny arms resolved to make it