The Island Of Lost Things - Song I loved my mother, but I will never forget or forgive her for giving away or throwing out all my old record albums including, the green vinyl ”Peter and the Wolf” narrated by David Bowie. But it wasn’t just my mom. I throw out stuff. I’ve never been a pack rat. With things or with people. For the most part I think that is good thing, especially if you live in small New York City apartment with shitty closet space.
I lose things too. I leave them in hotel rooms, dryers, airplanes, taxis, etc.
I wish I still had some of my old books, the ones that I gave up in one of my many moves. I wish I kept the old love letters, the ones that I threw out in anger. I would love to have all my old concert t-shirts -the ones that advertised how cool I was and my music taste. I sometimes yearn for that old friend from college who I lost touch and with whom I felt comfortable telling all my shameful and exciting secrets. I even miss being around the person who I could blame for everything.
As I am writing this, I cannot find my phone. Do you remember when I last had it?
From the record "Nostalgia Kills" Get it here and not on the awful Spotify. XO
The Island of Lost Things
I lost my keys, I lost my heart
I lost my car in the parking lot
Lost my voice, but can her sing
From the Island of Lost Things
Island of Lost Things
I lost my phone, I lost my way
Lost the hours of the day
Grandma’s ring swirled down the drain.
To the island of lost things
Island of Lost Things
I lost my shirt, I lost my aim
I lost the person I could blame.
I wish I could recall his name
The Island of Lost Things
My mom was not a hoarder
She threw everything away
My 45s, my favorite toys
The shoebox full of Polaroids.
Plastic on the good couch
Everything was always clean
A vacuum bag of treasures
In the island of lost things
I lost my wallet , my ID
Is someone else becoming me
My girlfriend’s somewhere on the seas
To the Island of Lost Things
Island of Lost Things