THE DISCO RANGERS BUS.

Long live the Disco Rangers.

in the fever dream haze

of who i was growing up,

i think back to the friends

i left along the way.

crumpled photographs

of times gone by

and people who grew

three meters apart.

hobbies i nurtured

just to murder in cold blood.

the older i got, the more i evolved

an illusion in oasis.

but i never forgot

those hot summer nights,

where we gathered on the phone

to talk the dreams away.

the nights when hope was full

and dreams were home,

twilight colours in the window

to light the path back to each other.

i never forgot those friends.

i never forgot those times.

although the face in water's edge

is different in its shape,

know i never forgot your names

or the taste inside my mouth,

the flavor of laughter

from inside jokes

and empty soda cans

coupled with late night television.

the wrinkles 'round my eyes

carry names and carry faces,

carry memories of silver

and stories of glittering gold.

i treasure each and every one

of you ;

i'll carry these gems

the rest of my life.

and although the paths

we walked along,

diverged into 

different roads ;

they will never take

away

the friendship bracelets

on dusty dressers.

Author's Note

I was thinking this morning on a group of friends I had when I was young -- it was me, my friend Orlando, and my friend Teresa. We were all long distance, so we'd all call each other in group calls and just talk for houuuurs and houuuuurs about nothing. We were happy, and times were simple. We all grew up and grew apart, and we dont talk these days, but I dont think I'll ever really forget them.

The title is in reference to a song of the same title that the three of us listened to so much, we started calling our little trip The Disco Rangers. I wont ever be able to hear the song without thinking of them as long as I live.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXhmyyXFd5I&list=RDvXhmyyXFd5I&start_radio=1

Reviews

[Chris]

In my generation you paid for each minute of phone conversations that weren't local - long distance calls and group calls were pretty much not done (hardly at all) by just friends... which really underlies the drifting apart of childhood friends into becoming adult life acquaintances.

Your write dinged many chords behind my eyes ...you gave truth and brought forth so many 'ghostlets'.

Chris
ancient117331

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Wow! This is so nostalgic! Steeped in reminiscence about friendships, summer nights and shared dreams. And again, with the incredible sensory imagery -‘flavour of laughter’, ‘twilight colours’, ‘empty soda cans’! You speak so tenderly of holding onto friendships, it’s so touching and bittersweet in tone. Paths diverging yet memories remain precious. And then there’s the ‘friendship bracelets’ line. So very heartfelt.