Friday Highday

Lyrics

Friday Highday
same mate
same mission

same bus
same buzz
same terrible decision

saying Im on the way while Im still in the kitchen
whole night built round weed and poor nutrition

Friday Highday
eyes low
brain loud
talking pure nonsense like we cracked some cocaine out
aint changing the world
just killing some time
two spliffs
one garden
and a set of dumb minds

and a set of dumb minds

and a set of dumb minds

Friday
trainers on
pat down
phone, keys, wallet
left the house feeling cool
came back, forgot the chronic
left again
missed the bus, blamed Kate, blamed traffic
really I was in the garden looking for my rizla
while the bastards in my pocket

bus stop got three school kids
two blokes
one pigeon
and the pigeons seasoned and seen some shit

the pigeons got his eye on one of the blokes chips through the paper of the bag, like
“mate make one false move an Im claiming them”

...

...

...

finally...
2 0 3 ....
bus comes wheezing like its sick of this route
driver got the face of a man who fucking hates the youth and
I tap in walk back to the one seat left empty next to a woman
eating something from tupperware
...... ugh, fuck

sat down careful, act natural, lets roll
then the bus lurch forward and my head smacked off the pole
not hard but enough that everybody seen it
had to do that fake little shrug, like yeah man I meant to lean

Dale texts
“you close”

I say dude define that

he says
“where you at?”

I say emotionally? pretty bad

he says
“mate, just get here man”

yeah man, copy

I spend four fucking stops thinking if that reply was sloppy
but I hate typing while traveling cos it makes my belly choppy
meanwhile some guy in a puffer coat playing TikTokys out loud
and every clip sound like a robot getting bullied by a crowd
then one woman starts facetime yelling out

“RACHEL, TELL THEM I SAID NO!!”

here we go, now we all in this bitches business by the Tesco an.... and
how the fuck are we still stuck on Hyde Road

Friday Highday
same mate
same mission
same bus
same buzz
same terrible decision
say Im “five away” but Im still nowhere near

... crap I just headbutted the window now, did it have to diink so loud
I aint turning around with this big mark on my head
Friday Highday, buses long and now my forehead red
wonder why we always fucking forgetting what we said
aint changing the world
just frying our minds
watching dumb shit in a garden on a Friday night

verse two, performed as precussive onomatopoeia
... damn, I wasnt supposed to read out that line, was I

get off at the stop near the red rock light
like, shit, the pavement smell like salt, grease, and real bad life choices
gotta short walk now, but the walk get longer
when your brain start narrating every other walker 
like a voiceover talking

Theres always that one cat on a wall looking at me disrespectful
with a tooth hung out his mouth like Im late for a meeting he specifically scheduled

“alright, I feel bad, but what do I say to that"
...."sorry kitty"

now Im stood in the road rethinking where my life is at

get to his gate
Its the same squeak
Give it the same knock
Get the same text saying
come round back, front doors locked
walk round and through the back path
He got a new hose but still got a dead plant in the pot
neighbors shed shaking like a body before a crime scene shot

Dudes in the garden with the tray on his lap
looking real focused like hes doing fake maths
licking the paper with concentration like the fate of Iran depends on this spliffs wrap
Laura losing her shit bad cos she been waiting 

"four hours since he stuck down the rizla"

“gwarn my dude, you good”

“nearly”

“thats debatable
it been in the bag so long the buds begining to become biodegradable"

dale stopped building
switched lanes into explaining with pacients
saying 

“technically its natural, so its already in degradation”

laura shot a look that could curdle what hes saying

“less TED talk, more moving, quit stalling clocks ticking professor, skip the dissertation

finally gets it built and sits down proud
like this motherfuckers just invented the cloud
first drag hit, then its

“dude, listen, man yeah... you ever wonder whether fish know theyre wet"

now the snacks come out and its instantly biblical
one pack of cookies got Laura political
phone out, scrolling through every video
to find the impression of trump
 but where the fuck did it go
I just need a line
dont overthink the above
then somehow we drift to the deepest stuff
like 

“bro, do ghosts fuck rough”
and 
“you think they blow extoplasm when they bust”

then back to dumb shit like whether his neighbours shed
looks exactly like the Wallace and Gromit one from the golf game on the headset

then we both stop talking and just stare at the stars
which would be nice if his garden wasnt in a flight path

Friday Highday
same mate
same mission

Friday Highday
same mate
same mission

Friday Highday