The Donkeys - "Excelsior Lady"
This brings me back. I was a fur collar toddler, a brown corduroy kid, walking hippy and arms akimbo down a dirty ol' street. The sun started sitting down at 2 in the afternoon, and shot orange glances at us all day long in the city's pretend pond. Even those little stony fountain pools needed lifeguards, and ours was Dounia Harris. She was ten feet tall if she was an inch, smile like a home-cooked meal, with a laugh like the strike of a match. Not a beautiful girl by any means, but every day I played with the courage of kissing her on the hand as she helped me out of the kiddie pool. Like a goddamn knight I wanted to be, gallant as hell.
Posted by Dan at October 3, 2008 5:16 PMYes.
Posted by: danica at October 6, 2008 1:22 AMgreat for this windy sunny afternoon.
Posted by: camille at October 7, 2008 2:53 PMfuck, great writing! song's not bad either.
Posted by: ee at October 10, 2008 7:21 PMThis was really great. "smile like a home-cooked meal" is absolutely perfect.
Posted by: Karin S. at October 13, 2008 4:48 PM