I wrote this one a while back in my old apartment on an eight track. It was all improvised and I used drum machines and other instruments. Over the years it has become what I played here. It's one of my dearest songs because it is such a time travel experience going back to my childhood and my youth.

Lyrics:
Memory laundering machine Buggies and butterflieswho hears the silent sighs?hightech cribs and fancy sipssat at my spot at my favorite barwaitin' for you to show up and did you show up?I guess you didn’t because I didn’t see youthe window was so steamy I couldn’t even see throughit was special you know like when anything mattersand soon all my dreams lay there defenseless and shattered and the bartender minded her own businessand though she didn’t speak she asked mewhat the fuck is this?I kept flipping through my phone and thumbing through my memoriesate a tuna sandwich that I took for a ham and cheeseand the rusty pieces we jammed over garden fencesinto concrete driveways vandalist romancestrashcans thundering through the darknessslicing the night and although it seemed harmlessI barfed red wine that looked just like rotten bloodyou asked me if I was ok and all I did was nod you lived above a gunshop that sold hunter’s equipmentthe dark red doorway was now soaked in the scentof red whine and vomit and I could only hum itthis was no summit your room was badly lit I plugged into the memory laundering machine because I knew you were gone and would not come back at a thrift store I found a turtleand I bought it for next to nothingI fed it sage and myrtleand I kept it in a glass cagedespite the fact that this turtle was cheapits intellect was gonna put you to sleepit also helped me to balance my paceso now I just slip slower through the daily rat raceit’s a mad chase but we move to the slow lanemaking room for the idiots and their clogged veins we used to have a cock outside in the barnit acted like a cop and did a lot of harmso one fine day all the chicken unitedthey could no longer take it and were ready to fight itwe found the corpse on an easter egg huntmy sister threw right up but I was too stunned I was afraid of toyguns and afraid of your parentsavoided eye contact and never left the clearancemy sister had to pull the trigger in the snowso she became the central figure and ran the showshe was wearing sandals and her night gownhiding behind the kitchen window I was just a clownI wanted this shot so bad so I was glad when she fired the gunbut it drove her mad she could not react nor protect me from the sun  I plugged into the memory laundering machine because I knew you were gone and would not come back