Hey, if you want ice
You gotta fill the trays.
© ChaChagall ∞
Hey, if you want ice
You gotta fill the trays.
© ChaChagall ∞
Shirt out
a lot o’rolls
tucked in
different but better
rolls go away
now just a matter of
contour
Chagall 2016
This was the very first post to Alphabet City in March. We reissue it here as music set to poetry. Sebastien and Chloe on vocals, along with the usual suspects playing behind them. We are having fun here this wonderful April evening outside of NYC, 2013, planet Earth; hope you are doing the same. I'm a wire thin warrior on rooftops in starlight. Red-shifted from eons up alleys, down fire escapes. Black and white flickers from Telstar, from before the flood, but after the mad dash. Back in the day, on Eleventh and A, who knew we were in Alphabet City? Or that Twelfth and D would be the place to be? On Tenth and First we'd quench our thirst with piragüa in July, coquito in June, from the little man with the blue pushcart and the green balloon. So much love, so much heart, so sweet, so right, see you on the corner tonight. Oyeme mulata! Che che colé, que bueno e'? Chicheme, March 2013 © Carlos Chagall, April 2013 Links Telstar
I'm a wire thin warrior on rooftops in starlight. Red-shifted from eons up alleys, down fire escapes. Black and white flickers from Telstar, from before the flood, but after the mad dash. Back in the day, on Eleventh and A, who knew we were in Alphabet City? Or that Twelfth and D would be the place to be? On Tenth and First we'd quench our thirst with piragüa in July, coquito in June, from the little man with the blue pushcart and the green balloon. So much love, so much heart, so sweet, so right, see you on the corner tonight. Oyeme mulata! Che che colé, que bueno e'? Chicheme, March 2013 Links Telstar