The Basement Tapes

An archeology of time shared in loneliness
A map in invisible ink for what was left

The basement tapes
Cassette in a digital age

An exercise in futility
A useless attempt to capture the change of the seasons in 0s and 1s
A treasure with value to just one
I'd love to be wrong, it's my only evidence
And yet

These basement tapes
Cassette in a digital age
The basement tapes
The only evidence of my–-

A stranger in a paradise
Promised millions of years ago
"Baby, did you drink and dial?"
"You ain't seen nothing yet"

In the middle of the smile
It's not a smile anymore
You can't even smell the bear
Roaming around the house

Look for me, I'll be by the trash bags
It's the end of another try
Look for me, I'll be by the trash bags
Thought it'd be a good place to hide

The basement tapes
Cassette in a digital age
The basement tapes
Evidence of my young age



Credits
Writer(s): Jp Nakashima, Leandro Barcellos
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