recorded in connecticut, april 2006. my wife and i were going through a box of her old memories. she found a poem written in the 8th grade. shook her head and said, "man, i thought this was bad ass poetry back then and that i would win all kinds of awards." of course it was a typical 8th grade poem trying to be "deep". so i decided to put it to music.
lyrics
standing barefoot on the hot pavement
awaiting the breeze
in a daze from the heat
i fall to my knees
a flash of my fears
a puddle of tears
i see a reflection of me
but you have your hands on my eyes
and won't let me see
by body soaked from the salty sea
of these scared emotions revealing me
i kick and i scream
to find my face in the tears
you push and you shove
and heighten the strength of my fears
you preach what is fake
what i want you can't take
let me see let me see
can't stop me be free
lying wet on the hot hot pavement
i open my eyes
and realize
the hands were my feelings disguised
now i can see
what cause was denied
but now it's too late
the puddle has dried
credits
from gotta get it outta here,
released March 1, 2005
roland u-110 sound module
casio rz-1 drum machine
Magnetic, minimalist post-punk with wormy synthesizers and cracking drum machines gives the genre some much needed rattle and shake. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2023