American Suburbs
Shot during a roadtrip from Chicago to Portland. July/August 2016. Photos by me and Melissa Arroni
Sunday comes alone again, a perfect day for a quiet friend and you - you will set it free
I see new morning round your face, everybody says its another phase and now - now its come to me
See the magic in your eyes, I see it come as no surprise, and you - you turn your eyes away, yeah you - you turn it all away
I guess its true its never too late, still I don't know what to do today
Oh why - can't I set you free, will you - do the same for me
Sunday comes and Sunday goes, Sunday always seems to move so slow to me - here she comes again
A perfect ending to a perfect day, a perfect ending what can I say
To you - lonely Sunday friend, with you - Sunday never ends.
I see new morning round your face, everybody says its another phase and now - now its come to me
See the magic in your eyes, I see it come as no surprise, and you - you turn your eyes away, yeah you - you turn it all away
I guess its true its never too late, still I don't know what to do today
Oh why - can't I set you free, will you - do the same for me
Sunday comes and Sunday goes, Sunday always seems to move so slow to me - here she comes again
A perfect ending to a perfect day, a perfect ending what can I say
To you - lonely Sunday friend, with you - Sunday never ends.
Sunday.
Going with the wind.
Impala.
Bernie's Supply.
For sale.
My hands.
Downtown.
Lemonade and cupcakes.
Lonesome boy.
Five and Six.
Modern(e).
Stop.
Values.
Fit.
And Indian.
Dining, Dancing.
Poolside.
Cavalry.
Parking lot.
Gas station.
Comfortably numb.
Suburban decay.
Questions.
Anti nervous.
Custom poems.