We camped out beside the quarry and the trees did hide
Our adolescent bodies from our parents and the world
And though not quite alone
found peace in being alone
And we told stories of
the girls we loved
and what we had outgrown
Felled a sycamore so we could learn how all great things are
destined to be turned to smoke and breathed into our lungs
and I could just be me
and he could just be free
from being under the influence
how different
our lives used to be
Seldom do I think about him now
but there’s no way I’m forgetting
Hoping that I never will allow
to waste myself now I’m regretting
all the choices I have ever made
that lead me to compromise
a life that really is’t mine to trade.
How am I suppose to empathise
He grew up too fast
never did return
never did i see him
and never would he know
that maybe I’d have saved
if only we had stayed
camped out in the woodland
i know I shouldn’t
but that’s just how it goes
Seldom do I think about him now
but there’s no way I’m forgetting
Hoping that I never will allow
to waste myself now I’m regretting
all the choices I have ever made
that lead me to compromise
a life that really isn’t mine to trade.
How am I suppose to empathise
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022