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Sparks Over Eighth Avenue

from Telegrams Elapsing by Boxcar Aldous Huxley

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I was barely a boy when you had your day;
a crowd rose up around to see you on your way.
Now forty years later the carnies are cursing your name
as Luna Park goes up in flames.

Nikola Tesla would have loved you so.
I saw your grey skin blistering in Edison’s celluloid show.
Like a white dove, like a lost love;
a parting look to leave me lost,
a shock that shook my innocent bones.

The crackle and tangle of wires hung low;
the boiler room was pounding a tattoo below;
I’d have sworn I saw Edison’s ghost through the dust and the gloom,
there in Tesla’s lonely room.

And the sparks flew over Eighth Avenue!

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from Telegrams Elapsing, released January 6, 2015

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Boxcar Aldous Huxley Bristol, UK

This is music rooted in the past, but not a past that ever actually happened. One might hear Balkan melody, Old-time banjo and Brass Band pomp wrapped up in Tin Pan Alley melodrama. These are songs that speak of such esoteric topics as abandoned funeral trains, Messianic visions in the Canadian wilderness, and ill-fated amateur space exploration. ... more

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