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'Cab Rides and the Morning After'
written + performed// Alysia Harris
starring// Mark Travis Rivera
directed// Elliot Luscombe + Dalila Noël Shannon
music// Vicktor Taiwò
art// Suzanne Anker
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LYRICS:
I love how the constellations are named after Greek heroes.
It reminds me that even the immortals have their vices.
I love around 5 AM when all the lights dim
after the sexy ones have become middle aged
in their 12 hour lifespans, when all that glitter fades and rests
more like sad stars than any gold leaf.
I love naked white sheets,
how they work like paint thinner to remove last night's fresco,
how they dry you off after soaking
in a tub of room temperature lovers.
I love the cab rides you take back into yourself
away from the still beautiful people
who are all elsewhere doing impossibly beautiful things.
When you arrive home
you will greet the mirror like a criminal in the lineup
with all your good intentions
buried far beneath your rap sheet.
I planned to be a sinner tonight.
Could've been something else but looked way too good
in my red dress to be anything Christian.
I was talking to three different men
in five different languages,
I was twisting a blunt straw into page 47 of the Kama Sutra,
and I was dancing in an attempt to melt the belts
off every man in the room.
But I heard the truth that night.
I heard the truth that night.
A Turk speaking Spanish,
didn't know me from Adam, said,
“Tu crees en Dios pero tu haces malas cosas."
You believe in God but you do bad things.
Suddenly I realized I was in a place where all they play is house music
but can't really say I felt at home.
In the barely audible, barely recognizable zone
between having a good time and wasting it.
I was a glutton with a grin, drinking warm gin,
knowing no one's name but somehow was everyone's friend.
I was standing in stilettos that made me 6 feet tall and I still felt small. I was trying so hard not to mess up the shoes I paid too much for
but still hurt to walk in. Talk about conviction.
Truth is...
nobody believes me when I say I'm a virgin.
Truth is the Bible didn't see my face for a week while on vacation.
Truth is I'm not innocent.
I am just an abstinent fireplace
who doesn't want to feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore. But don't mind the ashes,
they are just evidence of how brightly I can glow.
And I want to glow hard like one dim star
on an otherwise starless night
that shines just to prove it's fidelity.
I know what you must think of me, Lord,
what hypocrisy! But I don't want to enter prayer reeking
of my addictions. I don't want God to smell another man on me mistaking menage a trois for the Trinity.
So thank God the stars don't judge us for what we do beneath them.
Thank God the stars don't see the evil we commit under their names.
Thank God for the nights spent alone, for friends
who know more than just your cup size
and for a cab rides home
because tonight I'm going to strip the spotlight.
Tonight I'm going to turn the Weeknd off.
Tonight I'm going to sleep naked not trying to be sexy
just trying to be me,
a girl with eyes deep enough to stand in,
convictions strong enough to stand on-- I am finding the mercy of God
right where I'm standing.
And it is beautiful.
And it is blinding.
And it is inviting.
But most of all it's mine.
So tonight I'm going to climb out on to the fire escape eating an apple and I'm gonna nickname the view below me Eden.
I'm going to look up to those tragic stars
with their pagan hearts and say,
“My God, what a fall!
But what light.
What impossible light!"