Requiem for a Scene - Brasstronaut

Sunlight won’t lie to your pale face in spring when it Comes

Warm winds will dullen the edge of our razor blade

Tongues

Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach

Sailboats and seaweed we’ll sunburn our skin in the sea

But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in The scene

And you spend all your money looking cool for the kids

In the scene

Cuz these days

It’s nothing but Vice magazines

And cocaine

And tapered jeans…

Escape from the clubs and the Montreal magazine trends

Sharpen your Pitchforks and burn down the internet

Biol all your cellphones in cauldrons of hang-over

Sweat

Stick up the dj outside of his Virgin store set

Cuz these days

It’s nothing but Vice magazines

And cocaine

And dj’s

And tapered jeans…

Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach

Sailboats and seaweed we’ll sunburn our skin in the sea

But you spend all your time acting cool for the kids in The scene

And you spend all your money looking cool for the kids

In the scene

Cuz these days

It’s nothing but Vice magazines

And cocaine

And dj’s

And polka dots

And tapered jeaaansssss!