Spoiled

Sebadoh

The first and last time I saw the film KIDS was in the cinema back in ‘95 when it was first released. I remember feeling equally inspired and disturbed by it.

Thinking about the film now, I only recall a few things.

Chloë Sevigny walking the street in a depressed, druggy haze knowing she’s contracted HIV. And a kind of dazzling, loose, documentary feel — with realistic and devastating performances from the kids.

But mostly I remember this beauty closing out the story in the credits. Those little guitar plucks are cinematic and lovely. Sad, lo-fi production and melancholy vocals from Lou Barlow. Stirring lyrics that made us think about this group of kids we got to know for 90 minutes. The last thing I remember is going down to the record store the next morning to pick up the soundtrack. ♥️🎬

Spoiled children soon to fall
Freedom is the lie we live
We will wait for tragedy

And scatter helpless to the fire
Sorry for ourselves
Sorry for the things we've seen
No one cries for help
Waiting for the fire

When all our toys are burning
All these empty urges must be satisfied
Acted outside
Precious strength to turn the game to history

Giving up, I'm blown away
He said all I had to say
The final days have come and gone
Safe inside, there's nothing wrong
Nothing in these words
Sorry force of habit
Could it be way over my head?
Helpless to describe it
Could it be way over my head?
Helpless to describe it
Could it be way over my head?
Helpless to describe it
Dumb and cruel
Cut before it's grown
Lies so forced in bored control
It learned all that it cares to know