in the beginning, we were biking together
we were biking in the parking lot
you were on the telephone
after a while, we biked back to your father’s place
where you showed me
the basement, the bench of the piano
two places where you used to sleep
now it’s the middle of november
we’re drunk on three beers
and the moon
and the bicycle
we’re drunk in the basement
when you ask me to follow you
we wobble when we’re walking down the hallway
past the living room
you point towards the bedroom
you point towards the mattress
you point towards the bicycle
sitting out on the balcony
would i be so kind as to ride away
with you?
so i say, i’m not a bicycle
you cannot ride me
you cannot ride me
then forget all about me
i’m not a bicycle
my parts aren’t interchangeable
i’m not a bicycle
i’m bound to get rusty
tomorrow morning, you’ll tell me
you’ve hurt me
we’ll drink a pot of coffee
and you’ll forget all about me
i’ll exit through the living room
or plummet from the balcony
as a reminder that there’s
a spontaneity about me
you’ve always cared so much
for spontaneity
credits
from 2007,
released November 24, 2017
me on guitar
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023