I'm
Analog
Two-inch tape
Vintage, warm with a potent
Hiss
Venomous
Memories
Always ready to strike like this
At your heels
Don't you feel
Like a trip
Back to 96?
Insert cassettes
And then push eject
I'm flashing red
Can't let the past
Stay in it's cave
Cause rears it's head
Insert cassettes
And then push eject
You're flashing red
You don't expect
Me to rear my head
But I'm not dead
Like
VCRs
I recall
I remember the magic
So
I can take
One last trip
Down the lane of your memory
Till you twist
Like a viper
On my shins
And then you remind me...
Once
Long ago
You
Were the hope
But
I forgot
Sweet
You're no tomorrow
You caught me on my way to destroy stages
You stopped me, bitter-faced, to ask me this:
'Yo, I don't understand your agitation.
Why can't you write a track that's sensitive?'
It isn't
Because I
Just didn't think about it
It isn't
Because I
Just can't
Little man
I wish I could
You took a step back when I strarted howling
You turned and told your friends with hostile frowns
'This dude is furious I don't quite get it
I wonder why he doesn't just calm down.'
It isn't
Because I
Just didn't think about it
It isn't
Because I
Just can't
Little girl
I wish I could
I made my way back to the merch booth after
A man confronts me, smiling ear to ear
The sweat is dripping from his face in gallons
And all he wants to do is shake my hand
(Then he) stops to tell me he'd be six feet under
That's if it wasn't for our caveman jams