We Who Wait
Embracing Anarchy: The Art of Waiting in Jay Reatard's 'We Who Wait'
Lyrics
Who wait in the cafe and magazine.
People waiting in a cafe with magazines.
Who wait for morning or fag machine.
Those waiting for morning or a cigarette vending machine.
Who leave it all unfinalized
Individuals leaving things unresolved.
And undecided
People who are indecisive.
We who wait
A collective reference to those who wait.
Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell
People waiting in a bus queue or prison cell.
Who wait for illness to take its toll
Individuals waiting for illness to run its course.
Who wait for God knows what
Those waiting without a clear purpose.
Sometimes it's not clear to
Uncertainty about what they are waiting for.
We who wait
Reiteration of the collective reference to those who wait.
I have been dancing in the penny arcade
Personal experience of dancing in a penny arcade.
I'll hug the symbols of my apathy
Embracing symbols of indifference.
And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity
Taking pleasure in anarchy and hostility.
It's any means of escape
Using any available means to escape.
For those of us who wait
Escape as a commonality for those who wait.
Who wait in drinking and lost career
Waiting in activities like drinking and a lost career.
Who wait for letter or high summer
Waiting for correspondence or the peak of summer.
Who want some kind of clue
Desire for some form of guidance or insight.
It's not just two plus two to
Complexity beyond simple arithmetic for those who wait.
We who wait
Reiteration of the collective reference to those who wait.
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