Well here we are
And there we’ll be
The world is crashing down right in front of me
A few texts fucking up my decision tree and
I let it happen
Most of all?
They don’t know me
Thirty one years without understanding
You’d think I setup a some kinda boundary
But I froze
All my friends play in stadiums now
I guess I never really figured that out
To busy trying to keep my feet on the ground
Pandemic years are ruining our lives
Our paths? They were never intertwined
So raise a glass
and just forget me
Pull your boots up
Get your mind right
Take another drag
Sink your head into the ice
Find a way out and
Nudge your way in
All that weakness
Never looked so good
Pull your boots up
Get your mind right
Take another drag
Sink your head into the ice
-
Find a way out
On the way in
All that weakness
Never looked so good
No more late nights
Where we’re pretending
My identity isn’t worth anything
You want to ride with me for a lifetime?
close all your apps
look in my eyes
Pull your boots up
Get your mind right
You never fit in
You never really felt right
Coffee’s up now
Don’t waste the day away
Thinking about some shit
That you will never change
Repeat after me
Over and over again:
You’ll be just fine now
You never needed them
credits
from You Won't Get A Gold Medal,
released January 12, 2023
Mixed by Scott Goodrich
Mastered by Sean Sakamoto
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022