Same Old, Same Old – Words and music by Phil Klahn
A ghost trigger, my hand jumps out
Thin air and a wave of doubt
Falling back, now I’m aware
It’s 2 am and you’re not there
I know it’s true but I’m still surprised
‘Cause my mind and my eyes
and my body and voice tell me otherwise
I reach out, reach out
For the same old, same old
For the same old, same old
Still silence and still alone
Locked door and a broken phone
T.V. and solitaire
It’s 9:30 and you’re not here
I play the game ‘cause I want to survive
And the phone and the skies
and the mail and my friends give me alibis
I reach out, reach out
For the same old, same old
For the same old, same old
Its the same old, same old
Its the same old, same old
You had to change, I had to change
But the “we” that was “us” couldn’t
Isn’t that strange?
The bubbling notion of you and me burst
With you or without you, which one is worst?
It’s the same old, same old
A little history I’d like to revise
‘Cause I’ve tried all the lies
and I’ve said the goodbyes,
And the heart in me cries
For the same old, same old
For the same old, same old
Its the same old, same old (Etc...)
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020