Boat Junk from Cool Ghost by Cool Ghost

This is how I got here singing to you:
Every evening we'd lose our clothes like a couple of teenage ghosts
In the glow of some shitty late-night talk show.
Crossing over before curfew.
We knew no one hangs around old haunts
For good.
You know, better or not,
We gambled a lot. this time we're caught.
We sold out to settle up.
And if your parents only knew what you and I were getting ourselves into
Out on the weekend,
They'd have really given it to you.
Years later, I saw you again, at the services for our lost friend.
You sang, "You are! you are my brother."
And I'll remember yours more than the others.
2012 was such a bummer.
I drug my feet the entire summer,
But I dug in and I recovered.
One day you'll float down the James with some junk from all the boats you sank that May,
Singing my favorite verse from "Saint Swithin's Day:"
You know, "The times that we all hoped would last, like a train they have gone by so fast."
You went too fast.
And we moved too slow.
Now we'll never know.

• Rock
• acousmatic tape music
• folk
• indie
• pop
• surf
• Harrisonburg