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Many many moons ago in my string bean speed years

We’d zoom midwest plains to make sunrise anywhere

There must’ve been a year some people came to see us play

How else to explain how my expectations abate



Sam made me a mixtape back in 89:

Front 242, The Cure, De La and Bad Brains



into our 30s we crammed a loft concrete

too fertile and too chipper to admit defeat

High all the time

with Dave's Robot and Everyoned



Our sleeping patterns flipped

our constellations prolonged

Love of Everything

wrote all our favorite songs


Just a decade ago I was a dopey Romeo

indulging my fleshy desperation

to try to feel real



Now the whole civilization’s

serotonin’s depleted

Will Amitabul shutter?

Will Rainbo be defeated?



Maybe 5 years I swaggered two clicks too clever

I’m starting to wonder if that shame will ever shatter



6 weeks one spring, it wasn’t even a thing

But as if she meant what she said

But as if she said what she meant

the words still sting



But now me and Jen have bunkered in Lecce

my cousin’s kitchen

has the highest ceilings

I’ve ever seen



we sat eyes closed and listened

to impeachment hearings

Somehow still shocked

by disingenuous villains



We each dipped a toe

in an Italian hospital

Now we’re finally home

and its unanimous

everyone everywhere’s

everything’s cancelled,



All day we all hearsay

about doomsday stats

So maybe it’s OK

I indulge and glance back



Long ago at Casey’s, I sang this line:

“I’m singing this in my friend’s kitchen.”



15 years now in Australia he’s living

He introduced me around

and shared his deep cut fortune



That old song continues with Sam singing backing

"We keep beginning again and again,

longing to belong to

only each new beginning"



Sam’s feeling at home

in the desert he’s living



All our past lives

don’t reveal that they don’t last

until they do



“We keep beginning again and again,

longing to belong to only each new beginning”



So I strut past and continue, scrape away residue

Strut past the residue scrape away and continue



Turning down cash

for reunion shows

I wish were possibly possible

more than anyone knows

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from Bummer Summer Ballads EP, released June 5, 2020

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