The winner is…

So that night we packed nothing but an ipod and boxers and a six pack or two, and we jumped into that old, clean yellow Volkswagen, the winner is… The winner is… Ideas of the Berlin wall flew lightly across my mind, part of me was saying Goodbye to Lenin, other was saying “Hello Dad”, and the winner is… the winner is…

Dear dad start calling, I write a mental note in the silence of the van. Dear mother start flying I try, all over in the silence of the van. Dear brother why can’t you stand me now? Is it all about that dreadful kitchen fight? I never said how sorry I am. Dear Grandpa please leave grandma’s memories, Dear Granma why don’t you wanna live? Dear Brother why don’t I know you? I like you. Dear Sister why don’t we talk? You do what I do. Dear You, I sorta love you. And the winner is… the winner is… the winner is…

So that night we packed nothing but dad’s ciggy’s and mums maps, a sick pack, a six pack or two and we jumped into that clean yellow Volkswagen, and the winner is… the winner is…


The winner is…

That night everybody jumped into the old and clean yellow Volkswagen, why must they call her combi? Mum and Dad, they are holding hands from 1993 to1999, her hair blows curly with the wind, my brother and I; we are fine. And the winner is… Yes the winner is…

That night everybody jumped into the old, yellow Volkswagen, it was her with her half smile and eyes of a doe, it was him with the mol by his vision and the skin permanently hot, it was her with blue eyes on the road and a guitar permanently hung to a dream, it was her with an Ohio punk scene and the biggest eyes you’d believe and the winner is, the winner is… It was the tic tack of several shambling dreams, it was the in and out, the small tear when the van goes into the horizon, yet the winner is… the winner is… it was him with those new pair of eyes I see… and the winner is, the winner is…

We drove to Chicago, we never ever did. We counted stars and figured out just who we were and after that we knew we’d never meet again. It was a guitar by the bay, a guitar? There were plenty, but none was mine, everyone held the strings down and wept, wept for the stars that shone so unceremoniously, so mystically, so definitive. Each one was a shooting star tattooed to the back of some acoustic acid, and the winner is, the winner is…

Dear mother I love you, dear father star calling, dear Sian don’t forget you once loved me, dear Lor don’t forget you once versed me, dear you, yes it is still you after all these months, though no longer such a direct one, a real one, my thoughts no longer have you as unique destination, no, no, I could love you as much as I want, always will, but you ain’t the love I must call on, no, you are seriously diluted, in fact I don’t ever want your lips to be with mine, is that sad? Oh it ain’t I wanna be your friend, and the winner is? The winner is… The stars start speaking my mind again, say venus in furus, say danny le rouge, I wanna change the world, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind? And the winner is… the winner is…