Peaches - Delicate Steve
Delicate Steve
Cowboy Stories (2017)
I've always wanted heat on my palm, held upright and cupping the sun with the window cranked down. Half asleep in the backseat, I love all of you. It's painful, thinking of your faces glowy with sweat in the light of purple dusk. Asking what that sound is. A long ways out and driving towards the dark.
We call on summer for the sake of nostalgia, because every heart flutters when they think of the way someone's skin smells in the grass. We were all so fucking beautiful.
Sometimes I still catch it, little shivers of being that kind of young. When we pass around a song that feels yanked from memory (this isn’t trite, it’s just true) I call you to mind however many miles away, dancing in your too-new apartment. There is kinship in a soundtrack, you know this. You know this when you're stuck in traffic, when you’re sitting at your desk job, when you wish you were somewhere else. When you’re scanning through a playlist for the comfort of the familiar. A bleating of shouts colliding at the table. A murmur on a sunset highway. Walking home after work, I could hear the happy yell of your voices from halfway down the street.