Excessive idleness. Misspending the powers of youth. It’s a song about regrets. But, not a sad one: 1) because they’re not mine, and 2) because this musing (on others’ behalf) eventually became the glue for one of our favourite jams. A hat tip to “Tomorrow Never Knows.”

Photo by Wendy Leung

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CREDITS:

Words by Craig Konyu / Music by Craig Konyu, Steve Denyszyn & Peter Buck
Recorded & produced by Peter Buck & Craig Konyu
Released November 1, 2015

The vocals: Craig Konyu
The backing: Craig Konyu & Peter Buck
The acoustic: Craig Konyu
The electric: Peter Buck
The bass: Craig Konyu
The keys: Steve Denyszyn
The drums: Johann Burkhardt
The shakers: Craig Konyu & Peter Buck

LYRICS:

Spend weeks to find tomorrow
Answers come at bottle’s ruin
Roll your own to hide the sore of
Empty days that fill the room

In black-and-white horizons
Penciled trees forget to sway
Pick-Up-Sticks with junkyard bones
Waiting for the world to blow away

When day is long, night can’t sleep
The moon is sent to seek the sun
When it’s learned that life is free
Try and buy another one

Sunday’s final judgment leaves
Familiar dreams in disarray
Looking back through tunnel vision
Waiting for the world to blow away

Waiting for the world to blow away

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