Written by poet Shay
Salty, vinegar, french fries in the park. Little roller coasters for little hearts, beating after dark. Fun houses, haunted ones too, mysterious and big. I'm standing there, so small, frail like a twig. Gold fish trapped in little bowls; living prizes. I'm afraid of the looming clowns with their disguises. Mom's hand covering mine, candy apple in the other, Idora Park, an autumn night, and my mother.
from Idora Park
released September 7, 2014
Written by Shay Music and Vox by Ladieboo
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