You woke up on a Saturday
Eyes staring up at mine
You said "Boy it's been a long long time
Since anyone round here's looked me in the eyes
No surprise"
And I stare back at you
I say "Well it's just the two of us
Your little girl went out for a drink I think
She thinks I think but I don't think
I know"
I don't wanna be young anymore
I don't wanna be young anymore
Nothing I have to say hasn't been said before
I guess that's what waiting's for
You laugh and say to me
"Boy I can't even stand on my feet
It hurts more than you'd ever believe to breathe deep
You don't want to be like me.
I know
I don't wanna be old anymore
I don't wanna be old anymore
Any tiny speck of mold could spell the end for me, I'm sure
I guess that's what waiting's for"
"Let's make a deal" says he
"Help me up off my feet
And take me out to smell the tender breeze
That spreads the good disease
Would you please won't you pretty please
And in return
Lend me your fingers
I'll tell you a story
We'll write down a song for you to play when I'm gone
It's what they're waiting for"
I don't wanna be young anymore
I don't wanna be young anymore
But I'll play these songs till I'm old and I'm sore
Cause that's what living's for
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
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