#vampireweekend - Hello Poetry

This isn't a change in structure It's barely a change in style Is this all we have? Won't you give us a smile? Exile on main street But only for a while I thought it would last forever We're so upwardly mobile Our paths of glory Have been wrecked with war There's no more safety net History's obscured A haunted building A has been hotel The paint is cracked and dry Bullet holes, oh well I thought I would grow old here Privilege has downsides I don’t want to be rich I’m institutionalised Goodbye Riverlea Hello suburban silence And bye Eldorado Park Quiet can be violence Please don't be so loud I don't feel at ease Two cars just passed my gate Think I should call the police I just can’t konnekt All I see is the future Another lost flyboy Looking for a culture I know once it's lost it's never found.

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Jan 5

Jan 5, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC

The_sad_eyed_boy

Konnek

This isn't a change in structure It's barely a change in style Is this all we have? Won't you give us a smile? Exile on main street But only for a while I thought it would last forever We're so upwardly mobile Our paths of glory Have been wrecked with war There's no more safety net History's obscured A haunted building A has been hotel The paint is cracked and dry Bullet holes, oh well I thought I would grow old here Privilege has downsides I don’t want to be rich I’m institutionalised Goodbye Riverlea Hello suburban silence And bye Eldorado Park Quiet can be violence Please don't be so loud I don't feel at ease Two cars just passed my gate Think I should call the police I just can’t konnekt All I see is the future Another lost flyboy Looking for a culture I know once it's lost it's never found.

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then: you and i are one we sleep under the same moon, wake to the same sun. now: you and i are two through all the battles for truth, the space between our worlds grew. baby, our love was a contra.

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC

ayetry

the contra

then: you and i are one we sleep under the same moon, wake to the same sun. now: you and i are two through all the battles for truth, the space between our worlds grew. baby, our love was a contra.

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I haven't told anyone-- but I know that my neighbor is dead because when laying in my bedroom separated by my wall and his. I no longer feel him there as I usually did. He always listened to "Horchata", by vampire weekend on repeat it played as he slept. I imagine he wanted to dream of tropical islands to be back with his wife and child in the Philippines-- every morning it seemed to disappear at the same moment he could no longer dream his dreams. Each day making sure to wave to my neighbor the largest smile I've ever seen was this mans, with off pigment teeth that speckled in the morning sun tarnished yellow from all the coffee I brought him; it was a lovely smile, wish I had it framed to see it still. As I usually do on Mondays I made my stop popped open his door bringing his surprise, some variety of coffee that sits idly on my counter-- inside hung the man I admired, with a simple note saying "Thank you Young-Man" and in front of him a scorched photo of his pregnant wife. placid were his hands in mine-- setting aside the gift, I gave the only thing that I could. I set the photo in his shirt pocket, "he deserved to be with her" and putting his cd on repeat as "Horchata" filled the silence slowly did I depart and head to my own bed. After calling the police I hoped to fall asleep and dream of tropical islands of where my neighbor is...

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC

Penguin

Where is my Neighbor: Tropical Islands.

I haven't told anyone-- but I know that my neighbor is dead because when laying in my bedroom separated by my wall and his. I no longer feel him there as I usually did. He always listened to "Horchata", by vampire weekend on repeat it played as he slept. I imagine he wanted to dream of tropical islands to be back with his wife and child in the Philippines-- every morning it seemed to disappear at the same moment he could no longer dream his dreams. Each day making sure to wave to my neighbor the largest smile I've ever seen was this mans, with off pigment teeth that speckled in the morning sun tarnished yellow from all the coffee I brought him; it was a lovely smile, wish I had it framed to see it still. As I usually do on Mondays I made my stop popped open his door bringing his surprise, some variety of coffee that sits idly on my counter-- inside hung the man I admired, with a simple note saying "Thank you Young-Man" and in front of him a scorched photo of his pregnant wife. placid were his hands in mine-- setting aside the gift, I gave the only thing that I could. I set the photo in his shirt pocket, "he deserved to be with her" and putting his cd on repeat as "Horchata" filled the silence slowly did I depart and head to my own bed. After calling the police I hoped to fall asleep and dream of tropical islands of where my neighbor is...

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