Another one from the illustriously fecund Whack era, buffed up in ’96 and arriving on one of those DAT cassettes w/ a Maui postmark.
It’s a fun one; it lopes along, lulling you all LouReedlike, trance-y, but then … O — that chorus!
He never fails to surprise; ever a master of the delightful juxtaposition.
That’s my thesis.
Happy birthday, dear Walter.
movie: Matt Kerns
One in the a.m.
Walter Becker, © 1996/2019
One in the a.m. on the coldest night of the year Trucking down Lexington blinking back frozen tears Thinking on the way it was the night you finally disappeared There are heartaches that don't quit, girl in my life you are it
You come up fast gliding past a night where not much mattered at all Dead end kids on the skids burning up and off the wall
Psychedelic rhythm drops the DJ's pulling out the stops Eyes locked up across the floor I followed you on out the door
On the sidewalk standing there snowflakes nestling in your hair I seen the cruel wind stole your light lucky I come out tonight
Maybe you'd like to go somewhere you don't know you don't care
Girl you're going to need a ride don't you know it's cold outside
Little pieces little pieces Mighty stabs and quick releases
All that's left is little pieces