God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard
I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save…
He waved hello silent like a mime
We met, there’s no changing my mind
I won’t walk the stairs with you tonight
Going nowhere
The clock moved a quarter of a turn
The time it took a cigarette to burn
She said you got a lot of things to learn
Going nowhere
Saw you move a certain way
Missed you a lot
Return to this abandoned place
Should a been forgot
Echoes drown the conversation out
Echoes that only seem to bring about
A silent expression
Things you may allow
Going nowhere
The steps made a pattern
I’d never seen
I felt like a kid of six or seventeen
I was off in some empty day dream
Going nowhere
It’s dead and gone matter of fact
Maybe for the best
Said some things you can’t take back
Honestly i guess
The old records
Sitting on the floor
The ones i can’t
Put on anymore
He walked over to her like before
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
I wish i could eat the salt off your last faded lips
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change.
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
It’s different now that I’m poor and aging, I’ll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
It’s different now that I’m poor and aging, and I’ll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change.
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
It’s in the way that she posed,
it’s in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff.
She’s always calling my bluff.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
I said she puts the weights into my little heart.
She packs it away
It’s in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.
Straight out of Bloomington, Indiana, comes the garage adorned surf rock sounds of Triptides. Being that they’re similar to Real Estate, Beach Fossils, and Harlem, I’m welcoming their summer daze melody with open arms. Please visit their bandcamp, which is chalked full of freebies, and other affordable gems. Meanwhile enjoy some of my favorite jams of theirs.
