alright I'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo

and I'm five years old or six maybe.

and indications there's something wrong with our new house

trip down the wire twice daily

I'm in the living room watching the watergate hearings

while my step father yells at my mother.

launches a glass across the room, straight at her head

and I dash upstairs to take cover.

lean in close to my little record player on the floor.

so this is what the volume knobs for.



I listen to dance music.

dance music.



ok so look I'm seventeen years old,

and you're the last best thing I've got going.

but then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you.

what am I supposed to do?

no way of knowing,

so I follow you down your twisting alleyways,

find a few cul de sacs of my own.

there's only one place where this road ever ends up.

and I don't want to die alone.

let me down, let me down, let me down gently.

when the police come to get me



I'm listening to dance music.

dance music.