Little ditty about young love, the joys of suburban Massachusetts in autumn, and the allure of all those wonderful things behind the counter at drugstores.
Haven't been recording much lately, as I've been working with my newish band, so here's a little quickie recording of one of my old favorites, just in time for the holidays.
Halloween 97/98
you turned 13 two days after Halloween
and I pierced your lip with vodka and a safety pin
so you kissed me hard and I could taste your blood inside my mouth
you've still got the scar from where your father ripped it out
these middle school outlaws with locks on our sock-drawers
and wiretaps on our tin cans
storming the drugstores with fake notes from doctors
leave with that good medicine hand in hand, off we ran
we've got cigarettes, pornography and robitussin tablets
in a plastic pumpkin: as good as it gets
behind my mother's garden shed
these two latchkey kids made an afternoon of it
these middle school outlaws...
we've got five fingered coupons for candy and condoms
keep cool and stick to the plan
fooling the pharmacists, shit what's the harm in it?
pass me that good medicine. thankyou, friend.
you told me things that i was not to repeat
shit you heard when your father thought you were asleep
I told you all about boston:
how one day you and i were going to live down by the bay
far away.
posted by jessamyn at 8:09 PM on October 19