I hope I can remember last summer and all the nothing that we did. Driving high and sleeping in. Take a chance and waste another.
Guess I'm still around to tell the story and talk of all the troubles we avoided. And what me made important from never making choices.
I saw groups of people gathering on Independence Day. I saw the ocean dance all on its own. I walked the streets of my old school where polish meets decay and the people meet to keep each other lonely.
I could spend all night down in this basement, more than anyone could need. Make up reasons not to sleep. If the sun's out I can't see it.
Remind myself to call out all the bullshit of all my favorite cool kids, who make my favorite music and kiss the girls I want to.
And I'll keep thinking of things that I could sing out loud, and it won't live up to what the songs about.
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018