one day, at random, in the middle of a store
i ran into someone i'd known years before
prettyboy had driven older women insane
now his face is wrinkled; he’s walking with a cane
is that he?
it's hard to tell
i'm seeing my young friend
lookin' old-as-hell
there'd not been many girls quite as striking
but her scent’s what made her to my liking
a dog’s life later, she'd just crossed my mind
so i searched for whatever i could find
looks like she
has lost her smell
the way that my young friend's
lookin' old-as-hell
youth being wasted on the young
and all that
midlife crisis, or whatever
you might call that
they sounded like clichés
so often they were told me
i'm lookin' in the mirror, now
at “old me"
every 10 years, they have a reunion
as though every decade were a new one
whereby they're all reaffirmed and realigned
except for those deceased or left-behind
then there's me
who'd just as well
not see my young friends
lookin’ old-as-hell
More out-of-this world psych jams from the Los Angeles outfit, thick with noise-rock fuzz and hazy dream pop vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021