This is a little something I wrote many years ago, which I’m putting up here because, well, we’re in autumn now, and that’s a time for wistful memories. The song tries to capture three things: the inherent melancholy of autumn, memories of bar-tending jobs during college holidays, and that feeling you have in your twenties (especially during summer) of being somehow immortal – with a simultaneous coda that you know this feeling will soon end.
Pretty Different
All the crowds at the bar tend to laugh
when he spills all his coffee
Sit around dirty tables drinking beer
and listen to the singer
Gotta rush gotta go now I’m late
I’m working in ten minutes
But I might see you later up there
you can sit
on my knee
in a booth
Chorus:
Well the summer makes us godlike
Look at me
Yes I’m strong
Don’t be long
And it doesn’t seem so random
Taste the air
Look at me
Yes I’m free
All the faces are screwed-up and ugly
but all that doesn’t matter
There’s a fire burning out of control
but I’m shielded by a door
Let us waste let us squander our money
no reason to adore it
‘Cause I know I’ll be meeting her later
she can sit
on my knee
in a booth
Chorus
Well the summer makes us godlike
Look at me
Yes I’m strong
Don’t be long
And it doesn’t seem so random
Taste the air
Look at me
Yes I’m free
Well the summer makes us godlike
Run away
Over dust
Over dust
All the crowds ask the same dumb old questions
are you a boy or a girl?
I just smile flick my hair dip my shoulder
I know that I’m not flirting
Gotta rush gotta go now I’m late
but all that doesn’t matter
‘Cause I know I’ll be meeting her later
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