Exploring nostalgia and the passage of time, this song paints a vivid picture of youthful experiences and inevitable decay. Through sensory imagery—like the smell of autumn leaves and echoes of an old folks' home—the lyrics capture a bittersweet connection between past memories and present realities. The "hotcha girls" symbolize carefree days now tainted by the harsh truths of growing older and life's complexities, like broken dreams and responsibilities. References to rust and glassy eyes reflect the feeling of being stuck in time, forgotten like dust-covered Polaroids. The song offers a poetic take on holding onto fleeting moments, knowing they’ll rust and fade, but savoring them all the same. Through its surreal storytelling, it captures the struggle between holding onto youthful innocence and facing the march of time.
Hotcha Girls
Lyrics
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get, left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much, like my own
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
(The mail came from miles away
The postal man is always late, and we wait)
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun
The clipper ship across your chest
(Glass eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep, deep sleep
It waits, to awake)
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys
(Tight lipped with a big ol' mouth,
The government workers all headed south while it rained)
They learned it all from the Polaroids
(Outside with the wooden teeth, the engine rusted in disbelief, away)
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get, left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much, like my own
Time bends light
Paint's all peeling
Wait outside
Take four rights
The hotcha girls in the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
The engine's rusted in deep, deep sleep, it waits
The mail came from miles away, the postal man was always late,
And we wait
Tight lipped with a big ol' mouth,
The government workers all headed south while it rained
Glassy eyes and wooden teeth,
The engine's rusted in deep, deep sleep
It waits, it waits, it waits, to awake
Writer(s): ISAAC BROCK
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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