Reflecting on a life devoted to a seemingly pointless hobby. I imagine this is how 'normal' people see (non-famous) artists.
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We were concerned, we rang the bell
We jimmied his garage and found the smell
Wall-to-wall inside
Were pictures of his bike
Shining proudly in the dank
As he lay beside, decayed and rank
Flies blew in the dark
With pictures of his bike
I couldn't understand
The time and love he sacrificed
I wondered what was the appeal
Yeah what a futile way to spend your life, life, life, life
And the house was weirdly bare
We dug around and found his will in there
All he left his wife
Were pictures of his bike
Who by now was long estranged
And she didn't seem to think it strange
She knew all about
His stupid fucking bike
We gave it to his kid
Who gave it to the nature strip
We’d never even seen him ride
Yeah what a stupid way to spend your life, life, life, life
All your time that's left on this earth
What do you believe that it's worth?
All your time that's left on this earth
What do you believe that it's worth?
Western State Hurricanes were an early iteration of The Long Winters, and some of that band’s beloved songs turn up here in an early state. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2020