I wrote this one a while back in my old apartment on an eight track. It was all improvised and I used drum machines and other instruments. Over the years it has become what I played here. It's one of my dearest songs because it is such a time travel experience going back to my childhood and my youth.

Lyrics:
Memory laundering machine

 

Buggies and butterflies

who hears the silent sighs?

hightech cribs and fancy sips

sat at my spot at my favorite bar

waitin' for you to show up 

and did you show up?

I guess you didn’t because I didn’t see you

the window was so steamy I couldn’t even see through

it was special you know like when anything matters

and soon all my dreams lay there defenseless and shattered

 

and the bartender minded her own business

and though she didn’t speak she asked me

what the fuck is this?

I kept flipping through my phone and 

thumbing through my memories

ate a tuna sandwich that I took for a ham and cheese

and the rusty pieces we jammed over garden fences

into concrete driveways vandalist romances

trashcans thundering through the darkness

slicing the night and although it seemed harmless

I barfed red wine that looked just like rotten blood

you asked me if I was ok and all I did was nod

 

you lived above a gunshop that sold hunter’s equipment

the dark red doorway was now soaked in the scent

of red whine and vomit and I could only hum it

this was no summit your room was badly lit

 

 

at a thrift store I found a turtle

and I bought it for next to nothing

I fed it sage and myrtle

and I kept it in a glass cage

despite the fact that this turtle was cheap

its intellect was gonna put you to sleep

it also helped me to balance my pace

so now I just slip slower through the daily rat race

it’s a mad chase but we move to the slow lane

making room for the idiots and their clogged veins

 

we used to have a cock outside in the barn

it acted like a cop and did a lot of harm

so one fine day all the chicken united

they could no longer take it and were ready to fight it

we found the corpse on an easter egg hunt

my sister threw right up but I was too stunned

 

I was afraid of toyguns and afraid of your parents

avoided eye contact and never left the clearance

my sister had to pull the trigger in the snow

so she became the central figure and ran the show

she was wearing sandals and her night gown

hiding behind the kitchen window I was just a clown

I wanted this shot so bad so I was glad when she fired the gun

but it drove her mad she could not react nor protect me from the sun