Wringin' Wet Video (MV)

The rain on Russell, it was hittin' hard, oh so I cut on through the then-abandoned auto yard. My compass cold, it gives me no destination. Burberry jacket, wringin' wet; in the pocket is a blank cassette for some melodies I haven't met, but I hope will come a-callin'.

Woke up at noon, another grey haze. Willamette pinin' for the dog days, February's old familiar song. Hungry ballpoint, dead, with nothin' else to write down. 'Fore I knew it I was packed up and even walkin' downtown. The city sidewalk sighs and I start to remember...

But still I can't see past these clouds in the sky, can't see past these clouds that fog up my eyes. These past few weeks, oh y'know it won't stop rainin'. Though I know I sat there too long, staring out the parlour window at the rain-soaked lawn just wonderin' what's goin' on, it got me so down.

Caught in cushioning foam, my mind's a whispering dome where all my thoughts a-roam. And though I heard what Jeremy said, it didn't give me no good reason to get outta bed. Nowhere to go and nothin' to do, no rhythm, no melody. Yeah, I would put on my shoes but I'd just lay around. I'd dial into the radio and tune into the college sound, but none'a them songs could keep me from feeling so down, so down.

A wayward turn down a silent Center Court Street, past where all the red & blue & yellow trains meet. The esplanade is empty down below. The lonely Steel Bridge span; memories in the blur of a wet sedan. Oh, this cadence is all I know.

Followed a western wind down an Ankeny alleyway. A quarter jukebox lured me from the looming grey, a moment's respite from the torrent outside the door. Down, down it poured.