Flashback, 1984:nTripping headfirst in a tornado of legs,nAll air had a fresh decay of blue skies.nSuburban perfume--nEvery Friday, we’d gather ‘roundnOur old stereo with disco lights,nFeed the need to love 45 and sing for our invisible audience.nnCapri Sun and plastic guns,nWelcome to our oblivion.nHanging out, and having fun-nWe were always down,nAlways will be down,nWe were always down staring at the sunset.nnFlashback, 1991:nWhen Seattle went #1,nI can’t recall much of anything,nBut I remember the flannel well.nYoung and bored at anGrade school dance;nIntroversion, my only chance.nFolks in my town would have thrown a fitnIf they knew what went on in my head.nnFast-forward to here and now,nStill dumb, still kicking,nForever proud and winning,nUntil death sings my final song.nnCapri Sun and plastic guns,nWelcome to our oblivion.nHanging out having fun,nWe were always down,nAlways will be down,nWe were always down staring at the sunset.n