NEW CANDLES / words by Christopher Walla

We tried all thirteen channels but they burned me out again, because it’s over whenever they say. And I quit sending postcards because no one knew what to read in, and the mailman can’t come in to explain.

So I’m out of gasoline, and I hate the scene, and it’s hard to nevermind. It’s hard to nevermind.

I bought myself new candles but they only burn old flames. I guess it’s all the same, anyway. Went through my high school annuals to see who I still knew, but my point of view’s forever changed.

All this gasoline just goes to show that no one neverminds. It’s building up, it’s bottle rocket time. All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind. Please bring it down, bring it down this time.

Why should it count against me, if I keep everything you send to me? Where are you going to find me? City parks aren’t empty all the time, and with Union down below, I know that this will never change.

I think way too much about the way things should be said, because it just can’t leave my head all the way. And it seems my brand new candles won’t catch on fire today. I think I might get burned anyway.

All this gasoline just goes to show that not everything ignites. I do my best, but don’t know what is right. All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind. Just bring it down, bring it down one time. Please, bring it down. Bring it down.