We drive through these suburban desert communities
There are no more geniuses in California
When you pass they won't be surprised of your diary posts
Your time has gone
As you spend your days in
Suburban desert communities
Fill your bellies with hope
But all inspiration has gone out the window
Everyone knocking on your door begging for some more of that American mainstream
Nothing excites us anymore
It was 1985
You said let's go for a drive
Id rather die
Than watch this paint dry
Hollywood is a ghost town
So many have gone
By way of trees
And those still here
Singing the breeze
Stung by bees
Their dreams lay to rest
In the graveyard at the bottom of this hill
As we head into Nevada
The great Dead Sea of desert
Passed the palm trees a dingo and into the oasis
Of dirt and dry sand
Las Vegas is a ghost town of dried up fruit
Your loins come to live
In haystacks off the road
So fly for miles we go
In search for the open door
That welcomes us in from the open road
Will we find what we’re looking for?
What lay beyond the shiny glass doors and dusty winds of the desert?
Prostitution and Polygamy
Is the death of your soul, they say.
Or maybe it’s the awakening of a dead people
To find something to believe in
In a world where so many things have gone lost.
We arrived on a dry, scorching hot sunny day in August
You lost your camera, or maybe it was just your cool
I lost my sense of belonging so long ago
And here I was among the lot of you
Intrigued by a social political movement
I inspire change
To change our way of thinking
Cookie cutter lost souls
On the path of normalcy
What lay out there?
We all wanted to know.
We all needed to know.
I was to lead the way.
What they don’t tell you
No one tells you it’s going to be cold in the desert
When the sun goes down
No one tells you it’s going to be scary, and lonely out there
On the road
No one tells you that it’s a lost world out there
You will have to search.
Dig in the darkest darks of the night.
Dig till your fingers are sore, or your eyes are full of fear.
Dig till you can dig no more.
I didn’t know where to go, what to expect, what to do.
I was clueless. Supposed fearless leader. But when the leader loses their way
Their friends show them the light
Through their words and inspiration
I always wanted more
We became friends out there on the road
Some became lovers and more
What we found was indeed
When I threw my clothes all over the floor
In chaos you cleaned my mess and laughed at my nervous neurosis.
But we trudged on.
Pulled by adventure.
From Sin City to Brothels and Beyond
Seven nights in Vegas
Plans for the excitement
What happens in Vegas, stays here, because like the rest of America, it’s illegal
Prostitution is not allowed.
Despite how they paint the town
A city of Sin
But the real sin is the lie
The only thing legal in Vegas is money
The exchange of
The play of
The lie of Sin City is that
Money is The Root of All Evil
So they teach us.
Hence, Sin City
The Sin of Gambling.
But of course Sex is intrinsically linked with Sin.
But where is the Sex in Sin City?
We will drive for miles
We will map our course
We will laugh over drinks
And surmise about sex work
The real sin of sin city is the lie and promise of sex
Which lay beyond the city limits
So far beyond
It might just blow your mind