Pick me up after school, gifted friend, shining fool. It’s dawn in Kansas City.
In the basement, in the park, in the pond or in the dark. We’re leaving Kansas City.
To see our leader, to transcend, the alien-angel near the end. We’re going to Chicago.
My sadness cuts, my drugs don’t work, I can’t learn till New York. I don’t recall Chicago.
Always surprised, the magic friends feel the power.
When I wake up I don’t know what I did last night.
Did I tell the secrets? Will we be alright?
Pick me up after school, gifted friend, shining fool. It’s dawn in Kansas City.
In the basement, in the park, in the pond or in the dark. We’re leaving Kansas City.
To see our leader, to transcend, the alien-angel near the end. We’re going to Chicago.
My sadness cuts, my drugs don’t work, I can’t learn till New York. I don’t recall Chicago.
Always surprised, the magic friends feel the power.
When I wake up I don’t know what I did last night.
Did I learn the secrets? Will we be alright?
I don’t recall it. I don’t at all. I don’t remember you. Remember you at all. You weren’t there
when I need you. You were high in the air.
Recorded 8 years ago at the beloved Brooklyn venue Shea Stadium, this live album captures Plates of Cake in all their raw rock glory. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021