When I wake up in a giant, empty bed… get on my feet and instantly feel a knee, a back… I’d just been talking to Elvis Costello as snow fell outside the windows… wonder what I’ll be when I grow up, and then remember that somehow I’m 50 years old now, and my dreams have all waved goodbye…
I say, “To hell with everyone and everything. Let’s rock,” And I think of exacting sonic revenge upon my fuckface 4th of July neighbors this weekend, starting right fucking now. Turn the stereo up. 81 82 83 84 85 86… it’s an all-80s weekend, again, and everybody and everything can kiss my ass.
“Your heart beats you, late at night.”
