Thurston Moore only needs hot dog buns, tomato sauce, and Horses.
Basically, there’s three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at Whackbat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and the umpire calls hotbox. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.
“I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes. Then you’d know what a drag it is to see you.”
There’s a lot to learn from Sixteen Candles, but I think one thing is most important: when you’re feeling real down, and nobody gives a shit about you, Jake Ryan will show up in his Porsche to give you a cake.
So 19 year old me hid this in the depths of my computer, only to be found through the most absurd degree of procrastination I can muster (which simply gets worse by the minute). I suppose I intended to write some more words and chords for it later, but I kinda like it as it is.
Also, bonus points to any of the three of you actually following me if you can spot my old tank-phone beeping at me mid-way through.