The first line of a song
Is on the subway home
When you and your friend sat
On the couch, and
You grumbled and complained
About everything
You realized it was only
An illusion
Only nothing, just like
Some days when clarity is
Yours, and the people who you once
Cared about are a thousand or
Three miles away, and then they
Will know that you were telling
The truth.
That you needed to go
And you were not lying or
Procrastinating like you
Were at twenty-five.
You wanted to write a
Story, you wanted to write
And write and write and write it
Like you used to.
You wanted to draw a
Hundred versions of a single
Face, you wanted to eat
Before going to bed, like the
Cat, you wanted to
Value yourself again. And
Found it was impossible
With all this breath on your goddamned neck.
credits
from Tight Little Ship,
released April 17, 2017
Lyrics by Yoko OK, music by Tight Little Ship
Melodic post-grunge that eschews all of the negative connotations of that phrase and embraces all the positives: huge hooks, huge-r riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2023