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Take me back to those sweltering summer days.
Bike down the gravel road to the creek outside the base.
Sun on skinny arms, chin on knobby knees.
Squatting in the cool of the rotting of the reeds.
Enveloping.
No one here but me.
Never understood the other kids.
The adults even less.
So I hung out by myself
In a backroad drainage ditch.
I called it Devil's Creek
So it wouldn't seem so sad.
When you can't have what you want,
You learn to want what you have.
These adaptive preferences
Have their way with you. Shape world events.
In the wake of an ancient, shallow late Cretaceous sea
Just this side of a clay-packed extinction boundary
A biome breathing, buzzing, humming in the heat.
If I seem like I'm somewhere else, it's Devil's Creek.
Bike down the gravel road to the creek outside the base.
Sun on skinny arms, chin on knobby knees.
Squatting in the cool of the rotting of the reeds.
Enveloping.
No one here but me.
Never understood the other kids.
The adults even less.
So I hung out by myself
In a backroad drainage ditch.
I called it Devil's Creek
So it wouldn't seem so sad.
When you can't have what you want,
You learn to want what you have.
These adaptive preferences
Have their way with you. Shape world events.
In the wake of an ancient, shallow late Cretaceous sea
Just this side of a clay-packed extinction boundary
A biome breathing, buzzing, humming in the heat.
If I seem like I'm somewhere else, it's Devil's Creek.
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Todd Kowalski: This is Chris’s song again and, I’m assuming, about little periods of depression, where you feel like you’re zoned out. Our whole band has them. It’s part of thinking about things and living and worrying about yourself, worrying about being perfect, worrying about the future of the world. Sometimes it feels like the only escape is to maybe go sit somewhere by yourself, hopefully in nature, and just come back to Earth. This past spring I had the same thing; I didn’t just want to get out of the city, I needed to, you know?
I think [Devil’s Creek] is by, maybe Stonewall, Man.? I think it’s a little creek by Portage la Prairie. It’s right behind where Chris lived and, I guess when he was a kid, he probably went down there and did whatever to feel isolated from adults and the other kids. I think that’s probably why we became punks. It was a thing to do when you didn’t feel like you belonged.
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