Director: Jason Brandenberg
Lyrics:
Birthday
And you go away
To L.A.
Just for one day
A big-wig
Meeting
Girl you never seize to amaze
Brooklyn
No one’s around
Soon dark
My steps make no sound
Trailblazer
Storm chaser
Another me
Yet to be found
I see old rows of houses
Coming down
As I walk thru Gowanus
From downtown
Hotel
I picture you there
Clothes thrown
Over a chair
Skin lasers
Toe spacers
You never really know what you’ll find
Birthtown
I picture me there
Snowfall
That crisp winter air
Isolation
Desperation
I could never lower my guard
I see old signs and places
Coming down
In no time it’s leveled
To the ground
And I don’t know if reasons
Can be found
To hold on to our
Old stomping grounds