tape deck

from my tape deck there's a recklessness, inflections of the world we want, all my friends, my rusty truck, we're just specs of love, directionless, we'll call this band just what we want, we can change the name from month to month, four guitars and zero drums, we sounded folk but we wanted to be punk, in a world post punk, my friend had an old guitar, he took some lessons, didn't get very far, an ibanez with one knob stuck, said you can have that thing for fifty bucks, loren got a bass but he got no amp, we borrowed skill's, we never gave it back, luke was just learning how to strum, but since he was the worst, we made him play the drums, play the drums, you may find in the palm, of your hand there's a flame, as it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blaze, well this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it close, because this blaze can be fast, set it free now there it goes, luke's mom said that after school, we could rehearse in the living room, but that sure didn't last too long, guess she didn't know we played fugazi songs, play these songs in the talent show, and all of the girls will be in the front row, but in the end we just chickened out, because we can't sing, we can only shout, only shhhhhhh. you may find in the palm, of your hand there's a flame, as it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blaze, well this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it close, well this blaze can be fast, set it free now there it goes