There’s a lot of last year’s sneakers getting dirty –
a lot of dust, us getting drunk. Bruises, burns and
marker lines all over our bodies tell the stories that
our sunglasses hide: they’re in our sleep-deprived eyes.
These days we try, at least, to look somewhat alive.
Whatever was left of us, we left it for the bass lines,
the drums and the buzz. You’ll find us close to the
stage, climbing the P.A. We’re not stretching;
We’re reaching out, trying to get on top again.
Every year it’s just these few days to make up
for all the months we lost. Music brings us together:
once we’re there, it’s up to us.