1979

Shakedown 1979.
Cool kids never have the time.
On a live wire
right up off the street,
you and i should meet.
Junebug skipping like a stone,
with the headlights pointed at the dawn,
we were sure we’d never see an end to it all.

And i don’t even care
to shake these zipper blues.
And we don’t know
just where our bones will rest…
to dust i guess,
forgotten and absorbed
into the earth below.

Double cross the vacant and the bored.
They’re not sure just what we have in store.
Morphine city slippin’ dues
down to see
that we don’t even care,
as restless as we are.
We feel the pull
in the land of a thousand guilts
and poured cement
lamented and assured
to the lights and towns below…
Faster than the speed of sound.
Faster than we thought we’d go.
Beneath the sound of hope.

Justine never knew the rules,
hung down with the freaks and the ghouls.
No apologies ever need be made.
I know you better than you fake it

to see that we don’t even care
to shake these zipper blues.
And we don’t know
just where our bones will rest.
To dust i guess,
forgotten and absorbed
into the earth below.

The street heats the urgency of now.
As you can see there’s no one around.