It Can't Be Youth

by Le Weekend

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released December 8, 2016

All songs by Le Weekend
Recorded by Nick Petersen at the Fidelitorium and Track & Field
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering
Artwork/Design by Lincoln Hancock
(c) 2016 - Friends Make Good Company
This is Potluck #45 - www.potluckfoundation.com

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Track Name: The movies
I wear no watch, I don't keep time for "Let's go to the movies"
I have no sense of what we should've seen before TV
These eyes don't keep
They itch and leak
Filled with dust, a capitalist crush
I'd best relax the skins
Ooh, etc.
The Internet grown desperate
Compressing one weird tip until the mind decays
And seeing things without meaning things can lead you to stray
Into the one place you can't afford
i.e. to grow more bored
Rent by the dark features
Rent by the dark features
Track Name: A wind through paper
Oh, time to pack it in
Dispassion
Wear your socks out thin
Oh man, could I simply be
A susurrus of waves
The wind through paper leaves?
Or I could always be the extra person
Oh, whoa, no--it can't be youth
Dispassion
Always wore out you
Don't doubt that it can never be
A susurrus of waves
Of paper memory
Or I could always be
I must always be
Track Name: Old dust
Freaks of the long form, back in line
Or show thyself
How to desert friends in a pinch
Leak like a nosebleed in the clinch

Holding the door for too long
Feeling the sink when the moment's on
Eyes that sweat old dust
Folding my hands underground
Peal in my ears on Long Island Sound
The waves that wet old dust

Burnt is your suntan, hang a towel
Or know thyself
A wrinkle of New Age in the wild
Hung like a nosebleed on a child

Hoping for change on a tear
Proving me (sic) I can't take you anywhere
Mouths that spit old dust
You wretched wreck, sick and spent
Just gearing up for more punishment
The teeth that bit old dust
Track Name: Solid watch
This package I will deliver
Says your job is gone
Nothing personal
But rest assured
We get the whole idea of people

Now I feel alarmed
Someone like me is crying out in pain
Are there other voices
That I don't even hear?
What do they say?

What are the things they say?
What package did they take?
Track Name: My weight in blood
Here's the trick explained:
Everything's been worth my weight
In blood
Stoke your vanity press
And hammer on
My wayward son
Take it seriously though it's not serious
So, OK: you're lonely
With an average face
You got a report that's due on space
Some awkward fingers
Some awkward clothes
Where you cannot wander, I suppose

Do you wish you never tried to live a life without regret?
This dynasty's an outage
Don't pay attention to it yet
Not 'till you're growing dark
And sort of desperately mature
You're a special-but-not-only
You're a treatment but no cure
Track Name: The shrift
Things getting wrecked at the rectory
Sincerely, Junior High
My hand glanced against your thigh
Let me dub this tape for thee
At incredible speed
She's got the hooks that bleed

I'm cutting loose into subdivisions
I cleanly split my screen
A couple miles 'till you smell chlorine
If these walls could talk you know
Doesn't mean they'd wanna
Think we could use some drama
Track Name: Soaking wet ghost / Parking lots
In these Greek ruins of a parking deck
I can trust myself to drive
But cannot trust myself to shave
Don't take our meaning, smarts-for-brains
Hey speed demons on the highway:
Stop rolling by at demon speed
Oh there they go
Was it worth the note?
When minutes become dollars, who's to show
The fade into exaggerated pose
In our galaxy's central bulge
With honest secrets to divulge?
Track Name: From those who meant nothing to those who mean business
We were convinced by confidence
(Not an argument)
I'm sure it's true
And once we believe, bleed us through
But you're telling me
It must be
'Cause, like, otherwise
You'd share some incommunicable insight

Just close our eyes
We're snow on television
The noise of bygone days
Keep moving out
Until the closest things sprawl 15 miles away
You keep your brick-thick houses
Feeling free to throw your stones
But you'd best not step outside
And you'll never walk alone
We're little people giving ourselves a hand
'Cause no one else here, friend...
Track Name: Go ahead on
When the lights change we're enough alike (you can assume) to wanna move forward soon, so let's try this: go ahead on and just lift the brake, pay attention to the car ahead, trust it'll do the same as you. Should those brake lights end up looming closer or even fire, just trust the data that are stating: hang back a while.
Track Name: Tw1st'n'pl0t
There must not be a will
For there clearly is no way
To a victory conveyed without a surfeit of bright hate

A call for volunteers
To take one on the chin
A shaving razor wet with faulty sheen
Track Name: The moves
That dig at honesty
I need to speak my piece
But wanna run my mouth
Singing about what we already know
And waiting to strike when the iron's cold

When they grow taciturn
(The chiefs of the New Concern)
I clear my throat to speak
But Chairmen Leek won't yield the floor
With the elegant hate of a conquistador
He sports the moves of America moving in

There's your hit
That'll I'll see when I believe in it
I lost my hearing the instant the judge tossed the case
Oh, wait--I'm thinking of '08
Until you anthemed up and gave us your worst take
Down in the South
Turned at the mouth
Ooh, etc.
Hers are the moves of America moving on