Sitting with a friend of mine around the table outside of the building in the center of the town that I love
In a silence he stares at the people walking by and I myself have chosen to stare at the blue sky up above
Stare with wide eyed admiration then return to conversation wondering what to do I ask him whatta ya think?
He turns to me and says 'people, people everywhere and not a drop to drink.'
We pick up another friend, we pick him up outside of work he hops into the back seat and away we role
We ask him how his day was, if it was a great as usual, his response: a middle finger and a freshly packed
Bowl me over! An hour later, not too shady inside the convenience store
Got my gummies, got my drink, wait a moment let me think that simply will not do I need to get a whole lot more...
You say I'm wasting my time
Who better for the job than me
You can watch, oh you can watch the bridges burn
But I know that you'll never learn
So from each other we, we're free
Soon we get back on the road, the music screaming as we ride, smoking cigarettes and standing out among the crowd
We pick up another friend and now the car is full we take the opportunity to use the darkness of the night as a shroud
To conceal the puff of smoke, hovering inside the car, then we're driving just to drive real far away
Oh we're driving through the night so we can find a brand new day
But soon the moment fades and it feels like everyone sitting in the car hasn't got a thought inside their heads
We didn't seize the moment, didn't change the way it is, no escape tonight so how's about a movie instead
Hoping for a film that might alter my perspective even for a moment change the way that I feel
Don't need forced emotion, don't need no goddam explosions just something with some character, something that feels real
You say I'm wasting my time
Who better for the job than me
You can watch, oh you can watch the bridges burn
But I know that you'll never learn
So from each other we
We are free
Back on the road talking 'bout the movie you know that late night hunger kicking in so we pull into the diner
Eat our mediocre food, scrounge up money for the check, drive home nice and slow to avoid Mr. Po-niner
Sitting in the driveway in a circle for the nightcap and the last laugh and rain falls down on my head
There are no umbrellas, bid a good night to the fellas walk inside and tiptoe all the way into my bed
Oh and I'm dreaming
Sleeping like the baby I used to be
Oh and I'm dreaming
And your words don't bother me
There's a man that I know
Who's afraid that his life won't live up to all the dreams
He's been dreaming in his mind
And there's a fella that I know
He goes by DeChirico
Bought himself a paisley shirt and wore it all the time
There's a lady that I know
Came to every single show
Call her Mom, hasn't missed an opening this season
To the girl I used to know
I don't believe in letting go
So why it happened I have got no reason
Well maybe one: you see I'm no good at playing this game
Playing this game
I'm no good at goodbye
So don't walk away
Don't walk away
credits
from beast,
track released July 19, 2011
Adam Henry Garcia - Vocals, Guitar
Chris DeChirico - Spoken Word
Singer/Songwriter out of Burlington VT. The style is folk, acoustic pop, acoustic alternative. Lo fi, personal and sometimes profane. Honest. Enjoy! Email: Adamhenrygarcia@gmail.com
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023