Let’s start with Jubilee by Japanese Breakfast. I went to her concert and it’s all spiralling from that point, as her music from 4 years ago to which I listened with a curiosity now serves as fuel to this estivale foolishness of mine.
(Kokomo, IN)
If I could throw my arms around you
For just another day
Maybe it’d feel like the first time
Now that you’re away
I’ll just spend my life not knowing
How it’d feel to
I never knew it at the start that you’re a jet-setter. It’s annoying at times knowing that.
I’ll wait, passing time just popping wheelies
And kicking round this flyover state
Watching you show off to the world the parts I fell so hard for
God, I wish we could go back there
Left alone in your room
I know they deserve you too
And maybe I’m not that worthy
I have no idea where Kokomo, IN is. I suppose that it’s a town in the middle of nowhere, and there should be an airport there. And you can tell how much I felt if I was to proclaim that I live, that I’m stuck in a flyover city. It technically is. I know well that this is the place to be for some, including me on a good day. But isn’t it annoying that you keep flying over it? Though I just have to wait a little longer, wasting another year, so that I could free myself from all this uncertainty and start chasing you around if I would like to.
(Slide Tackle)
I want to be good
I want to navigate this hate in my heart
Somewhere better
I know that I just have to wait, and I do have myself occupied with all that planning. But they will rile me up. I long for the day when I could leave this behind.
(Posing for Cars)
And how could you ever conceive
How much I need you, how truly barren I can be?
They say that time, it is the only certainty
But it’s been one o’clock for hours
Oh, the day is long, untangling
I will be fine (?)
And how could you ever conceive
This adolescent heart skipping beats?
When all your love, it grows full and firm beneath
Without a festered thought, without an emerald want
Just a single slow desire fermenting
I bet you never wondered what I was listening to as I ran down Rue Vieille du Temple, which took at most 5 minutes, less than how long it took to get the bike and dock it later. You probably have no interest in listening to something this mainstream and is meant for high school kids. So let me describe it to you: it felt cathartic and it felt like summer.
(Green Light - Lorde)
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[…] I swiftly passed Le Progrès, La Perle, where people still hung out after midnight. In a split second, I wondered if they saw me and if they were questioning my motives.
As of now, people must have left town and bikes are abundance. They probably had the broken bike epidemic in control; I hardly see that stupid hourglass lately; I no longer have to try a bunch of them so you could take one. Sometimes, as I park, I check the baskets if my bag was magically there with the 3+1 chocolate cups.
I still remembered how you were skipping red lights as we left the cinema; turns out I could do so if there’s no pedestrian as I later realized.