And it’s rushing, flowing through us now like a current from one to the next,
a simple silly conduit, electric adrenaline at its best,
and we don't know what it is, but we know we want it all,
and we’re just waiting for the end of the world,
or at least for these towers to fall,
and I say:
Grab your clothes, grab your cash, the sun is going down,
get your boys, get your girls, tonight we take this town.
We own the night yea we’re just kids, tryn' to remember all the things we did,
last night when the whole thing's such a blur.
Hair and eyes and friendships born, every little cliche that defies the norm,
if dashboards could speak oh the stories they would stir,
of me my boys and girls screaming “Its our turn!”
It keeps flowing through us now, the night infecting us with cyanide joy,
a single human entity, the lights are out and the town is our toy,
and we don't know what it is, but we know we’re here to stay,
we’ll be kings and queens till the end of the world, or at least till the light of day
and you say
We own the night yea we’re just kids, tryn' to remember all the things we did,
last night when the whole thing's such a blur,
blonde hair blue eyes fair of form, every little cliche that defies the norm,
you had your chance you f̶u̶c̶k̶e̶d̶ messed it up with her,
so move on over now buddy its my turn.
We own the night yea we’re just kids, tryn' to remember all the things we did,
last night when the whole thing's such a blur.
Fires are burning clothes are torn,
our cliches pile up we exclude ourselves from the norm,
our minds bring back the stories memories stir,
this town is our dance floor baby its our turn.
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016