Written in 1987 with a lyric I thought was clever but (like a lot of things I thought I'd done cleverly) was more mangled and obscure. About how groovy we felt we were being and how crappy relationship spats always seem to make that grooviness look like utter crap. Also like the enforced one chord per lyric triplet thingy. That wasn't clever it just sounded good.
Originally this had one full verse repeated twice. It was recorded in 1987 on Greg's 4-track but not at the trio sessions the year after. But then it was in the recordings we did in 1990 on Greg's 8-track. But it was left unfinished. Due to circumstances arising in the 1990s I wrote another verse and left it. When I was assembling the new album I thought after all that treatment it should get a place somewhere so I fixed up the lyrics (that's the me in 2012 fixing up standard) and there it was. Then I started this project which serves as a better home.
credits
from Running Late,
released February 27, 2013
Words and music: Peter Jetnikoff 1987/2012
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