Crooked Summer

[Instrumental Intro] [droning fuzz guitar] [steady tom and kick pulse] [bass enters with a hypnotic low groove] [guitar swells with warped bends] [amp hum and room noise] [Verse 1] The street looked wrong by noon that day Like the heat had pushed the lines away White sky hanging like a sheet of glass Whole block bending as the cars rolled past Shirt stuck flat to the back of my skin Bad night still crawling under it Everybody moving like they knew the scene I was half a step off in the burning dream [Pre-Chorus] [drums build lightly] [guitars widen] It was all too bright It was all too near Like the air itself had hands that year [Chorus] [VOX:louder] Crooked summer Leaning hard sideways Sun in my eyes for days and days Nothing sat straight Nothing stayed still Whole damn season had a broken tilt Crooked summer Buzzing in my blood Road heat rising like a second drug Kept walking through it Kept talking clean While the whole world warped around me [Verse 2] Storefront glass threw my shape back bent Like somebody else in a body spent Phone kept buzzing in my pocket bone Every little sound hit strange and wrong Cheap cold drink and a dead-end shade Same old town in a melted frame Friends all laughing like the night was light I was hearing tires scream in the daylight [Pre-Chorus] [cymbals open] [bass pushes harder] It was all too loud It was all too clear Like the season came to twist the year [Chorus] Crooked summer Leaning hard sideways Sun in my eyes for days and days Nothing sat straight Nothing stayed still Whole damn season had a broken tilt Crooked summer Buzzing in my blood Road heat rising like a second drug Kept walking through it Kept talking clean While the whole world warped around me [Jam Break] [bass and drums lock into a hypnotic groove] [guitars churn on open chords] [lead guitar swirls around the riff] [band stretches the rhythm] [feedback blooms] [Guitar Solo] [trippy fuzz lead] [bent notes and wide vibrato] [melodic then unraveling] [drums hit harder under the solo] [Bridge] [half-time] Maybe the light got mean Maybe the lens got cracked Maybe the days came loose And never came back Maybe I was fine Maybe I was fried Maybe that summer took a straight line And pulled it to the side [Final Chorus] [VOX:bigger, rougher] Crooked summer Still in my head Sunburnt halo and a smoke-red edge Nothing sat straight Nothing stayed still I can feel that season twisting still Crooked summer Deep in the wires Dry mouth, long roads, and electric tires Kept moving through it Kept my face serene While the whole world warped around me [Outro] [guitars ring and smear] [bass holds the root] [feedback tail rises] [drums fall away]