and on that teachers' training day we wrote our names on every train laughed at the people off to work so monochrome and so lukewarm and i can see our days are becoming nights i could feel your heartbeat across the grass we should have run i would go with you anywhere i should have kissed you by the water and our love could have soared over playgrounds and rooftops every park bench screams your name i kept your tie i'd have gone wherever you wanted i still remember

Once upon a time, four friends with a shared love of music got together in one's loft and decided to start a band. One had a quite accomplished musical history, another had taught himself how to play guitar to a modest level of competence, another had just bought a bass and begun learning, and the last played no instrument but had personality in spades (ie, lead singer material). Renovating a room in the loft into an ad hoc studio, the fledgling outfit began practicing. As is frequently the case, the young band focused on cover songs to fill out their repertoire. This particular band wound up spending many evenings performing a single garage rock tune by thee Headcoats.

As is also not an uncommon occurrence, the group was not fated for superstardom. Having spent as much time coming up with a name ... "Kingsley" was liked by all, but in what form? "Kingsley"? "The Kingsleys"? The decidedly psychedelic "The Kingsley Eyes"? ... as practicing their art, progress was slow and the collective, while remaining friends, gradually abandoned their musical aspirations.

But having performed the one Headcoats song more times than he could count, the outfit's guitar player found it burned into his brain but unable to recall the name of the track. Many years later, he would spend hours poring over the collected works of head Headcoat Billy Childish, including the aforementioned Headcoats, solo material, the Headcoatees, the Milkshakes, thee Headcoats Sect, and thee Mighty Caesars, but to no avail. This wealth of garage rock would be stored for posterity in his iTunes library, but the former guitarist was resigned to the fact that the song was lost forever, hidden among the deluge of records Billy Childish has released.

Then one day, through the divine providence of random play, he would find himself working away in his office with iTunes shuffling through his music library, and a hauntingly familiar bass line would come across his headphones ...

i need a love that lasts for just one day
because my love dies everyday