BPM: 132, F# minor, sun-bleached garage-indie psychedelia, core instrumentation: warbly tremolo-drenched Rickenbacker 12-string with heavy spring reverb, warped Farfisa organ, Mellotron viola stabs, bathroom-recorded drum kit with slapback echo, fuzzed ripped-cone bass, sparse shaker and muted mariachi trumpet flourishes, deadpan male lead with sudden unexpected falsetto jumps, lo-fi warped-record texture. Lyrics follow a delirious after-work late-night convenience store parking lot narrative: deadpan asides about expired slushies, cracked payphone static, a stranger’s half-remembered wild road story, swerving without warning from silly throwaway humor to quiet, soft longing for a person you almost asked out three summers prior, hazy, warped, off-kilter and tenderly surreal.
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[Intro] [Verse] The neon’s humming F# minor My slushie’s looking like a shiner Blue raspberry, expired date The hot dog’s in a sorry state I’m leaning on a rusted fender Feeling weirdly, strangely tender The Farfisa organ starts to moan Into the cracked payphone [Pre-Chorus] Static sounds like falling rain Or a slow-motion freight train I’m staring at the motor oil Watching the black puddles boil And the air tastes like pennies Among the few and the many [Chorus] Oh, are you still awake? (Ooh-ooh!) By the Great Salt Lake? I almost asked you then In the humid lion's den Yeah, three summers ago In the July afterglow Now I’m just a ghost at the 7-Eleven Looking for a shortcut to heaven [Post-Chorus] (Mariachi trumpet flourish) (Warped record scratch) [Verse] A guy in a stained denim vest Says he’s headed way out west He saw a ghost in a motel sink Or maybe just too much to drink He’s got a map of Idaho Written on his elbow He says the desert is a mind-meld Where the secrets are all held [Pre-Chorus] Static sounds like falling rain Or a slow-motion freight train I’m staring at the motor oil Watching the black puddles boil And the air tastes like pennies Among the few and the many [Chorus] Oh, are you still awake? (Ooh-ooh!) By the Great Salt Lake? I almost asked you then In the humid lion's den Yeah, three summers ago In the July afterglow Now I’m just a ghost at the 7-Eleven Looking for a shortcut to heaven [Bridge] The Mellotron is weeping now I forgot the why and how We were standing by your car I was reaching for a star But I bought a Slim Jim instead And kept the words inside my head Now the tremolo is shaking my teeth And there's nothing underneath [Solo] (Fuzzed-out bass and warbly 12-string duel) [Verse] The asphalt is a velvet sea It’s swallowing the rest of me The clerk is staring through the glass Watching all the minutes pass I should probably go home But I like the dial tone It’s the only thing that’s steady Even though I wasn’t ready [Chorus] Oh, are you still awake? (Ooh-ooh!) By the Great Salt Lake? I almost asked you then In the humid lion's den Yeah, three summers ago In the July afterglow Now I’m just a ghost at the 7-Eleven Looking for a shortcut to heaven [Post-Chorus] Blue raspberry blue I’m still thinking of you Expired and sweet In the parking lot heat (Trumpet fades out) [Outro]
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