Bicycle Days

by Jamison Murphy

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Everybody that I’ve come to know
Struck from the lowlands, exiled up the coast
Intense young supermen left for the Pampas
My friends and I are the only real monsters

But I guess the songs we raised up have dissolved
And the marker-scrawled aphorisms on the wall

They no longer mean a thing

The most blunted on the block, let the good neighbors stare
Around a mud firepit in a backless rocking chair
I’m on loud, ultra-tore-up, with my droogs
And I come home and play my folks for dewy-eyed fools

But damn, it feels good just to be
And the thug life’s the life for me

The porch caves in as we revel in decay
In menthol packs, gum wrappers, crumpled Big K’s
And the nights we spend, we know death’s cousin well
Staring up at the streetlight or darkness itself

O our alcohol-heavy eyelids
Just the fancies of privileged kids

credits

released 19 April 2014
Written, performed, and recorded by Jamison Murphy
Cover photography by Aidan Bliss

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