Records & Tapes

She appeared as a wreath in the drapes.
Still life with cigarettes and morbid mistakes.
Trying to suppress a small case of the shakes.
Some nights St. Paul seems so holy.

Fell in love with the records and tapes.
Staying out late, summer '88.
She disappeared with some kid in the cape.
He's the one that always gets her the highest.
We were nervous and restless but not really bored.
We brushed our teeth but it gushed from our pores.
Falling on the floor just like Saul on his sword, spooked by the spirit of Samuel.

Everybody cried when they first saw the bride.
Right song at the right time.
The banquet seating with emotions and wine.
Same program on both sides.
The Beat Goes On into Swish and The Glide.
Over and over 'til the tape deck dies.
Over and over 'til the tape deck died.

Saw the sun through a crack in the curtain.
She stood up crooked, all high and uncertain.
Every single story has a few different versions.
You tell the one that makes you look better.
You tell the one that makes you feel better.

It goes on in an infinite loop.
Panic in private.
Disputable truth.
They killed some dude for his basketball shoes.
Remember that song Self Destruction?

Everybody cried when they first saw the bride.
Right song at the right time.
The banqueters with emotions and wine.
Same program on both sides.
I could see the silver splinter in your eyes.
Losing ground in a landslide.
Over and over until somebody dies.
Over and over, then two kids died.

Saw the dawn through the crack in the curtains.
She stood up crooked, all high and uncertain.
Every single story has a few different versions.
You tell the one that makes you look better.
You tell the one that makes you feel better.

Silver metal flake up on Lyndale and Lake.
The boots and braces and the kid in the cape.
That dude from the crew, he was always awake.
I'm pretty sure how he did that now.