Mildenhall

At fifteen we had to leave the States again Dad was stationed at an RAF base they called Mildenhall Black moss on a busted wall The cobblestones made it hard to skate I thought my flattop was so new wave Until it melted away in the Suffolk rain Well god damn you miss the USA    Then a kid in class passed me a tape    An invitation not the hand of fate I guess my shoes said I might relate Somehow she knew I’d like to stay up waiting with her in the cold For cheap beer and rock ’n’ roll Which in time put lots of things in my mind    A kid in class passed me a tape    We saw some bands down at the Corn Exchange I wonder where my sister was that night Back at home under the tanning bed lights I can still see the glow Strange rays from her window Each night as I was skating home Started messing with my dad’s guitar Taught me some chords just to start me off Whittling away on those rainy days And that’s how we get to where we are now    A kid in class passed me a tape    A band called The Jesus and the Mary Chain I started messing with my dad’s guitar He taught me some chords just to start me off Whittling away on all of those rainy days And that’s how we get to where we are now That’s how we get to where we are now