Sunday drive past your own hall of fame
It's closed on week days shut for good
You've got no one when you're talking
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking
No one has a clue
The party's shot
The thin caught fault line dancing
Across the frigid air shack
The spastic rats,
The criminals chat
Count to ten and read
Until the lights begin to bleed lights
Until you actually see the rays
And your thoughts then start to turn and
Those lessons that you're learning
No one has a clue
The gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots
Wrestle with the elements
Up on the trail high
I need to know where does it go
How do I get there and what will I find
Fun, fun, fun, for the summertime blues
It's gonna set you free
Fun, fun, fun, for the summertime blues
It's closed on week days shut for good
You've got no one when you're talking
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking
No one has a clue
The thin caught fault line dancing
Across the frigid air shack
The spastic rats,
The criminals chat
Until the lights begin to bleed lights
Until you actually see the rays
And your thoughts then start to turn and
Those lessons that you're learning
No one has a clue
Wrestle with the elements
Up on the trail high
I need to know where does it go
How do I get there and what will I find
It's gonna set you free
Fun, fun, fun, for the summertime blues
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Pavement's finest work…fitting it should be snuck in behind a great song like Rattled by the Rush.
A real gem.
malkmus once introduced "black out" as "new gold soundz" haha. i have so much love for this song and for me it's about the growing pains that come with moving into mature adult land.
after the glory days when everything came easily, one realizes college is over and everybody is really full of shit. school's out, what did you expect?
Though meloncholy, this little song breezes by like a breath of fresh air. That's really one of Pavements great strengths, the effortlessness with which they seemed to toss off little gems like these.
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking The spastic grass
Wowee Zowee.
I agree with Devastator, the effortless of breezy songs like this one are a mark of a great band. Pavement could toss these off without ever sounding forced/contrived or anything.
Summertime rich kid blues.
I think "politics" has it right - "growing pains that come with moving into mature adult land." The narrator drives by his college (?) or wherever and thinks about all the partying he had done; but now that he is working that;s no longer going to happen, not on weekdays anyway. Then he ends by him thinking about working hard and struggling (like the sturdy scots) and (nervously?) considers "I need to know where does it go How do I get there and what will I find"