Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot (Whatever)
What The…
Who Rah?
Background
This is the story of a dream I had, or maybe it wasn’t a dream, or maybe I was walking about hoping that I was dreaming. Or maybe this what I imagine was happening inside my friend’s head as I was walking to the book store with him while he was flying on some really powerful cough syrup. Well… any way you look at it, it’s really an homage to all those spoken-word tunes of the 70’s and 80’s and 90’s by various bands, most of which I love.
—darby
Lyrics
I walked down the street, not paying much attention to what was going on around me
Then a person walked up beside me and began matching my pace
At first I didn't notice
It had seemed like an age since I'd seen his or her face
I can't remember
So as I continued my stroll (it didn't matter where I was going or where I was coming from)
The person leaned over, and in a voice I could barely hear, said something about something
That didn't really make any difference
But from the inference seemed important to him or her
But I didn't really care
It's just
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Whatever)
...
Just as I was about to approach a corner, I decided to jaywalk between two cars parked far too close together
The person fell in line behind me, still talking about this or that or something or another
I think it my have been about the weather
And I just kept walking down the street
Then I got distracted
Just as I was about to give up and go back where I came from
It occurred to me that I was near that book store I think I used to like
I quickly dipped inside, purchased whatever book was on sale next to the register
Thanked the clerk and stepped outside
Why was I here again?
It's just
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Whatever)
...
As I forged ahead on my journey into what was certain to be some form of oblivion
The person appeared out of nowhere and continued the conversation as if I cared
I increased my pace, hoping to somehow shake them from my hair
But they continued to pursue, building their speed to match
Why is this person here?
As the sun started to disappear, I turned back in the direction from which I came
The person turned and followed suit, continuing to blather on about something no doubt inane
As dusk began to settle, I came upon a tall marble building with a shiny front door
I looked in the mirror.
There was no one there.
It's just
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Whatever)
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