Lyrics
Until the hankerchief of history covers us with its
Reflecting on the passage of time and the eventual obscurity of individuals in history.
Times new roman black and white post script, I will wear
Commitment to wearing unconventional attire until history envelops the speaker.
Lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms,
Choosing to stand out by wearing lavender shirts in public restrooms with yellow paint.
Looking like art decco in my September complexion
Describing a distinctive appearance reminiscent of art deco with a September-like complexion.
And red against blue skies,
Contrasting colors in the environment, possibly symbolizing diversity or opposition.
And have those pictures taken to be proof
Documenting moments with photographs to validate the assertion of embracing colorful choices.
Against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we wore color,
Defending the vibrant lifestyle against the disapproval of a conservative history teacher.
That we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions
Claiming a rebellious act of spreading the potential for life through dandelion seeds.
In the cement surrounded city parts,
Acknowledging the existence of nature in urban surroundings through scattered seeds.
That we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science,
Challenging conventional wisdom by exposing the skin to sunlight despite scientific advice.
That we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl
Expressing a carefree attitude towards personal appearance, including long, uncombed hair.
And never combed it or put it in braids,
Rejecting conformity by avoiding hair grooming practices like combing or braiding.
That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
Learning to play improvised instruments like pots and pans for genuine music and dance.
So that we would have something honest to dance to,
Valuing authenticity in music, seeking something honest to dance to.
Something soulful to sing to,
Desiring soulful and meaningful music to sing along to.
And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window,
Admitting difficulty in seeing beyond self-reflection in a bedroom window.
Because it was dark outside,
Referencing the challenge of perceiving the external world due to darkness outside.
And the florescents inside left shadows under our chests
Describing the impact of artificial lighting, creating shadows beneath the chest.
And sculpted the torso to look it's Friday night fittest, yeah I'm vain,
Acknowledging vanity in caring about personal appearance on a Friday night.
There was light here before there wasn't,
Reflecting on the presence of light in the past, contrasting with darkness.
And before that there wasn't,
Highlighting the transient nature of light and its absence in the past.
But seagulls still ate shallow water fish,
Observing natural elements persisting despite changes in human experiences.
Morning boys still cast tall shadows
Noting the enduring characteristics of certain phenomena, like morning shadows.
And all the while the stars are slowly separating.
Contemplating the constant and gradual separation of stars in the night sky.
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