Week 16
Sarah Meyers
This week I did the thing again where I don’t edit myself. As I built up the song starting from scratch, any idea that sounded cool was kept and I’d move on to the next thing. Every chord, synth sound, drum patter, guitar lick … I find this a very satisfying way to write songs. Maybe it is the way everyone does it and I’m just now figuring it out?
The exception in this case is the lyrics… I used lyrics (with some minimal tweaks) from a song I wrote many years ago with a little bit of help from my friend Shane. Oh, and Sarah Meyers is not a real person … but the sentiments are culled from real experiences. :)
At the start, I honestly thought this was awful. It was supposed to be something of a joke and maybe something I could get done quick and early. But as I worked on it, I sort of fell in love with the song and felt the urge to keep going and ended up finishing late night on release day. Ah well…
I hope you dig it, friend.
SARAH MEYERS
Well it's a straight shot
From my house through
The icy parking lot
Adjacent to
The shopping mall
That's where i'll be with you today
Orange julius
Icy cold and sweet
In that indoor
Air-conditioned breeze
Two lips, one straw
As we brain freeze together
And we will avoid
The kids who smoke out front
By the busted bike racks
They don't even care who sees them
And we won't care
Who sees us holding court
In the food court
The hot chick
At the hot topic
May be eye candy
For those strange myopic
Goth kids
But that's not me
And as we walk by the store
With the pink lingerie
We'll smile and blush
And pick up the pace
Until we find sanctuary
At Abercrombie
And we will avoid
Laughing at the elderly power walkers
They don't even care who sees them
And we won't care
Who sees us holding hands
At the food court
My stepdad
Always complains
About the kids these days
And when he asked me with a frown
Why we don’t hang out downtown
I said I don't care
What they got downtown
When the mall's got Sarah Meyers
And summer year-round
We will avoid
The kids who smoke out front
By the busted bike racks
They don't even care who sees them
We will avoid
Laughing at the elderly power walkers
They don't even care who sees them
And we won't care
Who sees us holding court
At the food court
