Mood: 1979-esque

Why not? How about an interpretation of what I feel is the Pumpkin's best track.
How about the live version if you care to listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3piyO5veDI

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
//Sets the scene, it's his childhood in the burbs, carefree.

With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
//They are never gonna grow up, or see an 'end', but alas those 'headlights' or rather, their lives are headed forward to the next day. They can't stop it, everyone grows up. Full of life, full of hope they are.

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
//Sexual frustration
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
//On death I suppose, that or they have about as much direction as an ArtSci not in a professional program...I don't really know...it sounds pretty morbid, almost like it doesn't seem if anyone cares where they go or what happens to them.

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
//They have to grow up to work in the city, the city which lements and hates the very people who work their to make it what it is. Ironic. A land of cement and guilt, sounds like a city to me.

To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
//They grew up fast. Faster than the speed of sound apparently, sounds fast. Faster than they thought at least.

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
//His friend obviously is rolling with another crowd, one of a different nature than our narrator. She obviously doesn't belong there, but she pretends to be someone else. Obviously our narrator is not fooled.

To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
//In the end growing up in the suburbs sucks, at least as portrayed here. The streets are apparently alive but the cool mellow drumming and lack of any backup vocals or eccentric guitar work portray just the opposite to the listener. Maybe it is a metaphor for life, it's silently or quietly catching up with us, we don't even realize this.


Anyways, I went outside for a nice night walk to call my friend, she didn't answer, expecting a conversation I was left standing there. As I could see, there was no one around.