beach from Summertime Down by Saturday Whiskers
Tracklist
| 11. | beach | 12:02 |
Lyrics
i'm not kidding this is like the 5th version of this song i wrote
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I
you drive like a psycho around a town you know nothing about
you try to get a job but you don't know how
and all of your friends no longer wanna hang with you
when everything falls away, what do you do?
in fact, i think it's terribly banal
and you're not as wonderful as i remember you
so i think i might as well get up and change the channel
when it's out of your hands, what do you do? you try to forget
i'm not gonna waste my time like the people in my life who have way more time than me
so meet me at the boulevard, there's only one in this town here
on Station to Station, Bowie said it's too late
but now i know the truth, and now i know my fate
II
now i'm meeting the deadline again
i'm a real businessperson with a real good plan
i'm sad so i'm driving around
you're sad for a summertime sound
with no job you feel kinda worthless
you see the police, i trust you to sort this
the sun is scorching the wovs you're vown*
on vacation in a summertime town
you walk around between the tourist trap stands
with chinese kids toys and a mariachi band
in the middle of the street people gather around
running down into the midnight sun
by a mixup drink a second coffee
you go for a walk, suddenly your heartbeat
pounds like a double kick, now you're down on the ground
collapsed in the middle of a summertime down
going to a sleepover reunion with my middle school friends
they used to be so good, now they smoke and drink
late at night we went out for a walk
they told me it was a walk but they went to get alcohol
(i'm not gonna end up like that)
me and you, we're just kids
we fight and hate eachother but it doesn't mean anything
i'm being melodramatic and edgy on all these songs
soon enough, you'll have an album too
i wonder if you'll write about me too
i wonder all these things but i mustn't forget
that we're people too
the winner fucks at the loser's house
the loser gets fucked at the loser's house...
III
this summertime is kicking my ass
the sea has frozen over but the beachers never left
i went to this beach to forget about you
but i'm still haunted by your name when i step into the sand
the first time i wrote this song you said you wished i hated you
i laid in bed and cried, i just wished i was dead
it's been a year since that happened now and it's funny how it happens
i'm all the way back to writing about it again
i hate this beach
i'm far past missing you, i just owe finishing this album to my old self
these highschool pictures seem so old now
i hope that you eventually find peace of mind as well
i'd like to get up on my own but i don't know how
and i never asked for any of this
we made the dumbest mistake and twice in a row
but if you really wanted to be through with it
you'd talk it through with them instead of writing about it in a song
*this was supposed to be "vows you're woven" but that doesn't rhyme
