A fairly simple recording, guitar/bass/harmonium/drum loops/two vocals. No rhymes. It was a decade before I realized this song didn't have any rhymes in the verse.

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It's about a girl I knew at San Francisco State, I wrote this in the spring of 1988 (20 years ago... has it been that long?) and it has remained more or less unchanged for all these years. It's about wanting something you couldn't have. It's about something being true that you didn't want to be true.

Begin the politicking enter stage right left
unlock the secrets you would not want any one I'd dare to tell you
mixed up words and modifiers muttered in the genitive
it's the season screaming at me first untouched and then unnoticed
but there was nothing left to hold you
always these things are accidentally true

I'm looking all around but finding the inner light
attracts the moths that otherwise would never have a star to steer by
"that's comraderie," she said, "when you burn yourself like that."
where there's smoke there's surely someone shooting off those last few rounds
but there was nothing left to hold you
always these things are accidentally true

cruising down the continental highway of white lines
look, there is something that you don't want to find
believe that evidence should all point to one place
anxious then angry then all ends in disgrace

building the monument to one's very own wardead
takes the time and true devotion that should be spent on love and commerce
there's nowhere else to go but up or maybe down
that's that charge I should have leveled first unwanted then unneeded
but there was nothing left to hold you
always these things are accidentally true