Shappy

Shappy:

I remember back a few years ago when Ethan and I would get up at the most obscure hours, just to go over some of the shit we would write. Recently, the two of us haven't put anything down in years. It seems like I a few years ago, there was a plethora of creative energy coming from myself, E, Max, Chris, Buck, etc... Now, nothing. For me, it seems like I'm still waiting around for the right person to inspire me to write again...

Anyway, I found this gem that Ethan wrote a few years ago. I don't know if I ever told him this, but it's probably my favorite song of his.


Stiletto Footprints
E. Schapira

When I would sit by the stage at Stilettos,
I’d think of holding your hand- walking you through the meadows
While others fantasized, instead of being tantalized
By those dancing thighs in front of Ethan he’d romanticize
Somehow turning T&A into love without a limit,
But hey, if a sucker manifests every minute
Then consider me a cough drop, I’ve always had a soft spot
And being needed, that’s like the flame that made the moth hot,
But therein lies the crux of my dilemma
You stand too close to the fault line and you’ll feel the flux and tremor
And now the brow above my eye furrows, as I’m hitting the brake and
Trying to take in the view from the Tri-Boro
I used to think that alone was worth the $3.50
But that skyline shone alot brighter when you were with me
Sifting past Manhattan, drifting towards Brooklyn,
Miffed, as to why everything is so dim-looking,
Shifting my course off of the BQE,
Cause you and me? Guess it wasn’t meant to be, cutie
You could tell me some silly story in a tone that’s conciliatory
About who did what to who in the conservatory,
And she did it, with the best of intentions-
Yes, Did I mention that baby’s been blessed with a penchant
For drenching me with all of her sorrows when she’s bartending
And quenching what’s left with a good old fashion heart wrenching?


HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes



And I find myself trying to- find myself
Lost in every soul that I think is crying for help
A recurring theme, reminds me of a stirring dream
I once had, streaks of light in the eyes of a girl that seemed euphoria
She had the aura of aurora borealis
She said “Out by Coney Island all the boys they call me Alice
Cause my palace is a wonderland, and they all come blundering through.
Their hearts I plunder and their souls I rip asunder”
And I stunned her by saying, “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass”
She said “You can’t get reflection by looking past the looking glass.
You need to stick your hand in this hat, and see what you can pull out”
But I’m stuck here rubbing my eyes, just trying to get the wool out,
Cause it’s been pulled over em so many damn times
Seems like I go blind each time I try to read between the tan lines,
Conversing through pantomime, cause words are so empty
It’s like anything I say can and will be used against me
In this court of law, put in a quarter and caught a mortal coil
Wanted to return what I bought- but it’s not that sort of store
All I could afford, selling parts of Ethan door to door
Hoped they’d try to score some more but they already saw the flaw
Imported raw materials to try to fill the order form
Thought there were no strings attached- til I tripped over the cord
So I hopped in my Accord and floored the pedal,
Heading back towards Stilettos and dreams of floral meadows.


HOOK:
And so I kill two words with one poem,
If you say it’s all love, then you’ll say it alone
But if you guess that it’s hate I have to hesitate
Reluctant to embrace the way that echo resonates
See if love is a many-splendored blend of feeling tender
And being rendered unable to really remember
What hate is, then likewise, hate is type wise
And can paint love in a light that’s a sore for sight’s eyes

Playoff Bound!

Playoff Bound!:

Well, it's official, my company softball team officially made the playoffs for the first time in it's history! Everyone's pretty amped about this, and we're celebrating it with a happy hour at the James Joyce on Thursday in White Plains. So if you're in the neighborhood, head on over and help us celebrate!

Also, check out the team photo!!!

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A Tribute to Lisa Bonet

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