first or last, somewhere you’ve ashed, the cigarette, that’s going to take you down.
Growing up, the male population of my small town was comprised of strange social castes – hockey boys, country boys, and general assholes with twisted hive minds. every friday, i would hear them talk about which girls they were going to hookup with that weekend, and just how far gone they were planning to get. then every monday, the stories of sex and regret would spill over onto their desks and i would sit and wonder how this could be so normal.
“youth” is a f*%k you to all the perversion and disrespect that i was trapped in high school with. i want them to know that i haven’t forgotten.
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In the depths of my confusion, i would compare myself to the boys around me. was i really more noble? or was i just another lame kid wasting my youth, skipping parties to play guitar in my basement? it was a struggle between reserve or over-indulgence. “youth” illustrates this struggle using the symbol of a cigarette – the idea of indulgence, regardless of who it hurts or what it does.
By the time i was finishing high school, a profound anger was building deep inside of me. i couldn’t go to the parties because, when i did, i felt overwhelmed with anxiety from the mistreatment and predation that thrived in those environments. “youth” is me finally letting that anger out, and reaching my conclusion on how wrong it all is. “youth” is me confronting them for wasting so much time. “youth” is me standing up for the girls that have to put up with that bullshit. “youth” is a message to those guys – i haven’t forgotten the things the things you’ve done.
first or last, somewhere you’ve ashed, the cigarette, that’s going to take you down.
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