A Bank Job

Meredith Davern
Student Choice Test

"Lay Me Down"

The Dirty Heads

"Lay Me Down"

Well this is how it starts Two lovers in the dark
On the run, from the one That they called Sheriff Spark
Six guns by their side and Bullets around the waist
Two shots to the sky Sing the sound for the chase
The safe was nearly empty and They were nearly free
But were seen by the Good eye of the mean Billie Green
And he screamed at the top of his lungs They're on the run
It's the two wild siders Grab your horses and your guns

I said I wish that
We could stay here,
But I fear our time has come
We could ride out in the darkness
Chasing the rising sun
We gotta pack out bags this instant,
We're heading south-bound to the next town
And if we all arrive there so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...

Well it's the story of the two
Always on the move.
They got nothing left to lose
'Cept thier guns and their wounds
Now they're crossing borders
Sherriffs posse on their tail
They'd rather die together
Than be stuck up in a cell.
They drank up all the whiskey and They partied every night
Like it could be the last The bounty said shoot on sight.
So they chased the enless summer Though it came with the pride.
They would'nt stop running till They found a paradise.
But the sheriff finally found them with his eyes seeing red.
So the lovers had to shoot him down And fill em ful of lead
They were finally free To find a place to lay their head
And when they finally did he looked at her and then he said.

I said I think that we can stay here,
Cause I feel our time has come.
And we can walk down to the ocean,
And sit with the rising sun.
So unpcack your bags this instant,
No more running from town to town
And now that we've arrive so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...

Well you're my green-eyed girl And I've been running around with you.
It's the afternoon and we got nothing left to do.
So wipe the dirt off, eh Take shirt off,
And we should go hit the cantina, We got work off.
I said it's hot outside Let me go swimming in your eyes.
We've been running for a while
Why don't you lay it on and make smile.
I could never ask for nothing better than this.
It's just tequila and the beach, thats why its salty when we kiss.

I said I think that we can stay here,
Cause I feel our time has come.
And we can walk down to the ocean,
And sit with the rising sun.
So unpcack your bags this instant,
No more running from town to town
And now that we've arrive so safely,
Baby you can

Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down...
Lay me down... Lay me down...

Go Ahead And Lay Me Down

A life on the run, traveling up and down the California coast, and searching for a place to hide, and it all started with an idea. A simple heist a.k.a bank job, and we did not know what it would lead to.

 Calvin decided where and when the job would take place and I figured out how it was done. Everything was running smoothly; we arrived at the bank, just after a delivery. We waited for the truck to leave then, I disabled the alarm, and we were in the bank in less than two minutes. The bank under the moonlight glare made the whole job very easy. The second we for in Calvin found the security office and we played a continuous strip of film to cover our tracks.  Next, we went down to the safe. While I was trying to crack the code Calvin began to try and “distract” me, but the second I was ready to give in the safe opened. We heard the loud bang and knew that we were in. There was a limited time window because the “bang” would give us away if there happened to be anyone nearby.

            I was gathering everything together, and then I saw him. The Sheriff tried to chaise us, but we were too fast for him. We ran all up and down the California coast, and it was like a vacation. The cool ocean air and whiskey every night by a nice warm camp fire, running away from the cops didn’t seem that bad because I was with the man I love.

            Our vacation was cut short when the Sherriff found us. That day the ring of gunfire pierced my ears. The rush of adrenaline and fear kept me on my toes. As I ducked for cover I saw Calvin wrestling with the deputy. The next thing I knew I was passed out on the ground. Calvin told me later that the Sherriff knocked me out.

            After seeing Cassie on the ground I lost it. I ran towards the Sherriff and wrestled the gun away from his hands. I shot the Sherriff, but not the deputy. After chasing him away I ran to Cassie’s side and I said “I think that we can stay here, and I feel our time has come”.    

Original Song #2

My mind

My mind is not my own

It has been taken over

Thoughts that run through my mind are not mine

They gag and bind me to their need

It is almost like they seem to feed

Off of the plate that is my brain

Maybe I am going insane

Is it crazy to talk about beings eating your brains?

My mind is a jumbled mess

I always try to do my best

The keep what is left of my mind at rest

But the turmoil stirring my head

Will never let me go to bed

As soon as my head hits that pillow

The beings inside need to be fed

It feels like they will never leave my head

The beings inside need to be fed

It feels like they will never leave my head

Original Song #1

Insanity

Insanity the thing that follows me

Brings me back to all I hate

Making me unable to relate

To you

My life is slipping through my mind

Everything I try to find

Is lost

My head is splitting right in two

But the smaller half is devoted to you

My mind feels at ease under your influence and tease

The way my mind is wound

Makes everything I do bound

To your wishes

My mind is not my own you see

It’s sitting there in front of me

Just waiting for you to see

The insanity

SONG!

Meredith Davern

Some Sappy Love Song #1

Love is crazy

Love is kind

Love is cruel

Just give it some time

The craziest things just rule my mind

But I am always left behind

Many say that love is blind, but not from what I see

 Love is crazy

Love is kind

Love is cruel

Just give it some time.

And certainly you’ll find your dime

Heartbreak comes to those who try

Is  love worth wanting to die

But that one fear

That one lonely tear

The beginning of an end

And broken hearts can mend

All of the rules will bend

But let’s hope it won’t make you lose your head

Or that love isn’t found once you’re dead

Love is crazy

Love is kind

Love is cruel

Just give it some time

Vermillion

Meredith Davern

Vermillion

Twisted and mangled, the body at the bottom of the stairs had no hope. She was gone. Dressed up and ready for a night out, but she is left to die. The only word to ever be heard is the shrill scream of the name “Vince!” 

Long slender legs carry her beautifully curved torso brought together with a shapely- but not over bearing- frame. A small neck plastered onto a petite figure with high cheek bones and cat-like blue eyes. Her eyes and ravenous red hair that shine in the light and peach skin so soft it looks like if you took a bite it would be sweet and full of juice.  A body of such creation covered in blotchy purple spaces and scabs. The red color of her hair brings out her bloodshot eyes. Arms and the spaces between her toes are tainted with needle marks. Picking and prying marks lie all over her face from nights of fiending and withdrawal. The glow that used to be alive is replaced with yellow, pale, jaundice skin. The shine in her hair and eyes is gone. She has turned hollow.

 Though she still returns, the woman beaten by all who love her is not a woman at all. She acts like a child. When she is high life is great. The thrill of toxins running through her veins is the only thrill that keeps her alive.   

The bruises are always just accidents.  “Oh, I fell…”

“He doesn’t mean it! He doesn’t mean it! It was my fault!” The lies she spit sting like venom. She knows that she is lying, and I know she is lying to me. Why do we pretend any differently? Why can’t she just leave him? Why can’t she put down the needles? Why do I still try to save her?  

An illusion of her former self; she tries to pick her life back up, but they always come back. The lure of love and dopamine are too much, and her will power is never strong enough. She crawls back every time, and hates herself for it. A beautiful body ruined with scars from self mutilation, and a life of abuse.  

She used to console me. She used to be there for me. She used to be better. The night she came home forever is a night that I’ll never forget. Everything started off like any normal Friday night. People heading out and getting messed up, old factories are transformed to clubs by speakers and lights. Buildings ready to fall apart with rust covering every available space, and you feel dirty just touching the walls.  The clubs were tweakers hang out and dance for hours and hours, and there are so many drugs on the dance floor no one knows exactly what they are getting. All the clubs were piling up with people, and one of them was my red head beauty. Her eyes full and pupils dilated taking in every bit of light that crosses the dance floor. Playing with the shadows on the wall and being scared of the ghosts hidden only behind her thoughts. Bouncing light and dancing shadows played tricks on her eyes. Her nose began to bleed, and the intense feeling of paranoia filled her instantly like light in a dark room. She began running throughout the club, screaming for help, but there was no one following her. She found a set of stairs and ran until she made it to the roof; where she took her last “fall”.    

Why did I have to treat her like nothing? Why did I have to beat her? Why did I show her the drugs? How could I have killed the only beautiful woman to ever say my name?

She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me

I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy, Aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

(Yeah!)

(oh-oh)
I'm a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist through my need, to self oblige
She is something in me, that I despise

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!

She isn't real (She isn't real)
I can't make her real (can't make her real)
She isn't real (She isn't real)
I can't make her real (can't make her real)

Perty Analysis APENGLISH CHEA!

Meredith Davern

Petry Analysis

Shifting from weather to woman in “The Street”, Ann Petry utilizes human personification, immense detail, and bleak imagery to give the wind character and “discourage” Lutie from remaining on “The Street”.

The life like personification of nature draws Lutie off of the street, and into the safety of a new home. The wind “drove most of the people off the street” and tries to “discourage” Lutie from remaining outside. “Fingering its way” through buildings and being physically violent; “the wind grabbed their hats…stuck like fingers inside their coat collars”. The wind makes its subject feel uncomfortable, and “naked”. The wind “twisting the sign” at first away from Lutie, but then the wind “held it still”, but only for a moment so that she could read the sign. Realizing her search was over, Lutie found her apartment, and a new warm home.

The use of great detail shows the winds true intrusiveness and power over the story. “The wind lifted Lutie Johnson’s hair away from the back of her neck…she felt suddenly naked, and bald, for her hair had been resting softly and warmly against her skin.” The wind did just blow past her, but the detail helps to create the winds character. Describing such exact details like feeling “naked” alludes to an uncomfortable feeling out on “The Street”. The exact time of year and street “November wind blowing through 116^th street” helps the reader to feel the “rush” of the cold fall wind. The precise use of adjective lends a hand to the feel of the wind not just blowing past people, but violating them. The wind “rattled”, “fingered”, “pushed”, and “grabbed” at pedestrians. The detail makes the windy day seem like an attack. The details truly encourage Lutie to find a warm place to be.

Imagery throughout “The Street” creates a melancholy tone, and really gives the reader the true feel of being there. The detail throughout the passage also helps to create an image. The image of a cold “November” day comes to mind as the wind “rattles the tops of trashcans, sucked window shades out through the top of opened windows and set them back against the windows.” Not only the images come to life, but so do the sounds. Someone reading would only be able to image a cold autumn day with “violent” wind causing trashcans to rattle and shades to whack against buildings. The image of leaves and scraps of paper “heavy waxed paper that loaves of bread had been wrapped in, the thinner waxed paper that had enclosed sandwiches, old envelopes, newspapers”, and “hats” rolling along the sidewalk.  All the imagery shows how uncomfortable and “naked” Lutie felt searching for a new home. “The Street” is portrayed as a “violent”

“The Street” is a tough force to recon with. The wind’s “violent assault” helps to “discourage” Lutie, but the hope of a new home keeps her going. Realistic imagery paints the picture of an unforgiving wind on a cold November day. The use of great detail shows the winds perseverance and determination. The personification makes the wind into a character instead of just a force of nature. All elements are trying to get Lutie off of the “The Street”, and into the safe haven of a new home.