Freer from [laughs] by KALI MASI

You lit me up like a firework
I stuck myself inside of a can
Like a man, I thought I was the mortar.

We were standing lakeside,
bathed in the red of CVS lights.
I’m sure that someone’s got a photo of us on that night.

Under fireworks,
I stuck myself inside of a can.
What a man, I thought.
I was a martyr.

We were learning lip slides late into those August nights
Sweat and Jackie’s on our brows, a sweetness not yet soured
by the orange glow,
The things it had to know,
The rent that we now owe,
And an insatiable need to be
Wherever, whenever.

You had me up on the wirework,
I stuffed myself up with “I can’s”
and the grandstand all chanted “higher”.
Yeah, it all went slipping’ from my grasp,
our matching caskets smashed
‘Star 51 ’unfastened from the ragged flag

Under fireworks,
I stuck myself inside of a can
Like a man, I thought I was a martyr

Red letter days at stateside homes
I’ll say it even if you won’t-
When we’re out having drinks we’re playing hide-and-go-seek with ourselves.


I’m Just trying to be
 whatever it means
 to be Freer.


Under an orange glow,
sweet autumn only knows Chicago
.
Like rents un-payable
 and your fist through the wall
,
and the insatiable need to be.

Under the heavy glow of things it had to know.
The rent that we now owe
And an insatiable need to be
Wherever, whenever.



An insatiable need to be.

• Punk Rock
• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• emo
• garage
• post-punk
• Chicago