Listen/purchase: 1576 by One Hundred Year Ocean
When we dropped the roach in the car
we tore it apart
and all that we found was change
and burnt CD-Rs.
They represent who we are,
discarded copies of the kids in other towns.
Give me a mix tape of hope,
a quarter ounce of dope
and just enough gas to get to Bruce Park.
But when I drive through New Martinsville
I see the place I’ve been fucked or beat up.
Willimantic’s the same
but all the names changed
to the place and people I waste my time with.
All cities are coffins for street signs and bicycles. Where parents and cops are the same thing.
Like your first kiss and first cigarette.
The first paycheck you spent
from the first job the you quit.
Every town is boring
and all your friends are temporary
but you’ve gotta die somewhere.
We’ve all gotta die somewhere.