クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bud Bronson & the Good Timers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Beer
Songwriter
Luke Gottlieb
Songwriter
Matty Clark
Songwriter
Forrest Bartosh
Songwriter
歌詞
We were raised beneath the powerlines
Enough voltage to fully vaporize
All the dead-end streets, suburban trees, humming AC in the August heat
A gift of love, full of flaws
The world our parents left for us
The pledge of allegiance and classic rock
An IV of mythology infused into our blood
The hallway
Stretches to infinity
An empty motel off I-70
The sorrowful midwest, a promise never kept
High life commercials I’d watch with my dad
Sent me dreaming of a far-off forgotten land
A city stuck on the edge,
Glittering and anonymous
Still waiting for destiny to manifest
We ripped through open city streets
In the emptiness was possibility
To rewrite the script, rediscover meaning
In the hollowed-out core of the American Dream
We watched the sun rising over the Rockies
Rooftops built by someone else
We took our precious time, we were a million miles from everyone else
And we didn’t care bout them
Yeah we didn’t care
The city lay in front of us
Glittering and anonymous
I didn’t care back then
No, i didn’t care back then
The future lay in front of us
Shimmering and infinite
Shimmering and infinite
It was all in front of us
Shimmering and infinite
The future in front of us was
Completely limitless
Impossibly distant
Pretty much irrelevant
Now it’s the age of decadence
We take whatever we can get
Stagnant and disconnected
We still got a couple lifetimes left
Till all the choices we made
Turn around and come back again
We got at least a couple years left
Till all the choices we made
Turn around and come back again
Now i can smell your cigarette
So promising when it was lit, it’s gone stale on your denim vest
Now i can smell your cigarette
A little fire when it was lit, dissolved into the infinite
I know you’re worried
Yeah i’m worried too
Staring into the inferno
To find the light to power through
Flame’s getting higher
I feel em too
Reaching deep into the raging fire to find the light to power our way through
It was always gunna to get better
Each summer longer than the last
Lifestyles optimized
Filling voids our parents never even knew they had
We could still make it better
Each day better than the last
Yeah we could make still things better
Does it make you sad? all the dreams we left untapped
Post-rock USA
Written by: Brian Beer, Forrest Bartosh, Luke Gottlieb, Matty Clark
