Hitchhiker Vultures from Losing Time by Just Dandy

Story:

On May 23rd, at 5:23 a.m., the world ends.
Charlie and Billy stand outside as the world ends. As everything fades to white, Charlie starts crying. Billy’s expression remains neutral.
On May 22nd, at 5:23 a.m., Charlie and Billy wake up.
Having already experienced this day once, Charlie and Billy are understandably confused. They brush it off as a weird shared dream. As the next 24 hours pass they face the impending apocalypse with more bravado. On May 23rd, as 5:23 rolls around and everything fades to white they sing a song they wrote together years ago.
On May 21st, at 5:23 a.m., Charlie and Billie realize they are traveling backward in time. Very slowly.
They both see this slow descent into the past as a blessing. For Billy it’s a chance to save Beth. For Charlie it’s a way to find what he missed.
As they days roll by, they start to learn their rules.
At 5:23, everything resets to 48 hours previous. Charlie and Billy wake up wherever they fall asleep, but awaken in the clothes of whatever their past selves were wearing that day. They realize that they aren’t going to run into their past selves. They become their pasts selves.
It also appears that they are the only ones experiencing this slow time travel. From what they can tell everyone else is carrying on as if tomorrow will come.
With the knowledge that the world is constantly resetting, Charlie and Billy start to have some fun. They are both reinvigorated by their new sense of purpose as they get younger, one day at a time.



Lyrics:

And rolling right along, hitchhiker vultures blur by, going onward endless phantoms, crawling climbing toward the night sky. Stumble down a trash filled sidewalk, scarecrow stretching toward a bitter sun.

She's standing on the porch, visions of you in her eyes, nervous hands scratching palms, waiting biding praying never moving.And this misspent youth is finally fading from view.

To live a life alone, always outside of your home, hands pressed against the window, looking, seeing, sighing, never being. And to live for you is one more thing that I could never do. Yeah, to live for you that final thing you'd never let me do, and to be one of us is not to be anything at all.

• Rock
• indiepunk
• jammypoppunk
• poppunk
• powerpop
• punk
• Santa Cruz