My girl and I make quite a pair
Her skin dark and smooth
Mine pale and leathery
Her hair black and straight and long
Mine blonde and scruffy and curly
Her body slender and attractive
Mine tall and stocky
Her clothes new and sexy
Mine haggard denim
We were bored one dusty summer afternoon
Nothing on television
Not in the mood for lovemaking
No good music on the radio
Not to mention an empty pantry and broken refrigerator
So we got dressed up in denim and old shirts
And drove to town
In my grimy red pickup truck
Guess where we went?
To the rock show
We pull up to the giant bandstand
A gray dome like a streamlined mountain
Art deco façade
Some guy with a tray around his neck
Yelling at us like we did something wrong
Because we didn’t buy popcorn yet
So I buy her a box and get myself a beer
Cold like an oasis in aluminum can
We wade through the crowd
Hippies and bikers and cowboys
Long hair and leather and denim everywhere
And find a spot in the dry brown grass
Crunching under our step
Like we’re walking through cornflakes
We get right in front of the stage
Huge black monoliths
Well amplifiers really
Flank a gleaming jet-black drum set
And three microphones
Their cables slinking across the stage
As if black snakes were nesting in the orchestra pit
The band finally comes out with their guitars
Two guys and two girls from Detroit
They begin to play
A song about no tomorrow
And wasting all our time
And hatefulness
And pain
And we loved every minute of it.