This Beat

Mark Farina

[Nowlisteningto]

Mark Farina - This Beat 

“Now it’s jazz. The place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there: one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys; one strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt with pockets, her hands in there, short haircut, slouched, talking to everybody. Up and down the stairs they come. The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up in the sky with blue eyes, with a beard—he’s wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming at the cash register and everything is going to the beat.

It’s the Beat Generation. It’s beát. It’s the beat to keep. It’s the beat of the heart. It’s being beat, and down in the world and like old-time lowdown, and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat, and servants spinning pottery to a beat…” - Jack Kerouac

Mark Farina - Dream Machine

what are you thinking of
what are you doing
what do you think you can do
what you are
what you do
looking out at
ripples on the dance floor
what do you mean
is what you get
did you forget to know
what the end is
to begin
clearing
looking out
at ripples on the dance floor

dream machine
did you get
everything you asked for
dream machine
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor

love’s rage
broken page
electric lights
and glass bone nights
electric lines run
through your minds
distractions with radio contraptions
night glasses
pipe ashes
tick tock
hear the wind lick
the window
ignited
you’re invited
grow wings
sprouting from the backbone

dream machine
mister jones
you don’t know what you came for
dream machine
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor

we are like those two
mirrors
steaming in the rain
we are those two
lovers
holding each other’s hands
dream
with me
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor

Dream Machine (Downtempo Mix)

Mark Farina & Sean Hayes

“Dream Machine, did you get everything you asked for?”

this would be track number one on my stranded on a deserted island mixtape.


Cali Spaces

Mark Farina

Cali Spaces - Mark Farina

Take it in stride; groove to it, people.

Loading more posts...