Abe Sulfaro graduated from Berklee College of Music, Boston, MA, with a degree in music productions, having interests in a broad range of music genres but ultimately writing and performing Gothic industrial rock in the greater Detroit area. Abe became immersed in the Goth subculture during the mid-90s to the mid-2000s, that "scene," along with the post-apocalyptic urban conditions in the Motor City, inspiring him to write The Antiheroes. Abe Sulfaro (1970-2014)died while making final edits to The Antiheroes.
Abe Sulfaro graduated from Berklee College of Music, Boston, MA, with a degree in music productions, having interests in a broad range of music genres but ultimately writing and performing Gothic industrial rock in the greater Detroit area. Abe became immersed in the Goth subculture during the mid-90s to the mid-2000s, that "scene," along with the post-apocalyptic urban conditions in the Motor City, inspiring him to write The Antiheroes. Abe Sulfaro (1970-2014)died while making final edits to The Antiheroes.
Journey on Newbury Street
Look out
Eye level with the tree tops
A street winds away parallel with a blue sky
Both come abruptly to an end at a building
This is a point of power
Relish it and let it soak into the senses
There’s meaning to be found here
I’ve really looked in
Looked out to look in
There’s a lady, she’s crying
She’s in my way
Do I help her? No
Mind your own business
Nothing else concerns you
Keep walking
This street is funny; I wish I had money
Everything here is too expensive
I’ll just observe
There’s an old man with a cup
He’s saying something
Do I help him? No
I’m broke
Keep walking; you’re almost there
There’s a beautiful girl
She doesn’t have much on
Do I stop and talk to her? No
She won’t even look at me
She’s afraid I’ll hurt her
If she only knew the kind of man I am
Keep walking; you’re almost there
There’s the door
Do I open it and go in? No
There’s nothing for me in there
And I’m still broke
I just want to stand here for a while.
Broken Rules
I’ve fallen in love, it’s no wonder
Look at you, there’s no blunder
The perfect image of a girl
You’ve broken the rules
What mysteries do you conceal?
The stars have fallen
Only your eyes remain for me to follow
Will you lead me true?
Or is there still time to avoid regrets?
I think I know you
Look at your face, complete beauty
What would I do if the magical forest burns
And leaves me alone again?
The birds would be without a home
The bees would die
What’s a man to do when a girl
Breaks the rules?
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