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Square One

by Alana Wilkinson

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I wrote this song in the self reflective weirdness of lockdown, after spending my nights laying awake and thinking of all the embarrassing things I’ve ever said or done. It’s about a bunch of times I got busted trying to be cooler than I am, stepping into those awkward moments and owning them as part of my story. In this song, Square One is my sense of self - it’s who we really are at our core and where I feel we have to come home to when we get busted in the middle of a fib.

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Square One

Down a tunnel back to grade three
Soft ball, no one picked me
Sideline squinting on fold out chairs
With the tub of oranges

And excuses for why I cant play
A plan to pass out when they call my name
I should not have told josh that
I play for the state

I’m in trouble here
One little pull of the wool
It’s painfully clear

You got me, oh you got me
I’ve never hit a home run
So I’ll walk myself right back to square one

Growing older you learn to fit in
The things you should do, the things you shouldn’t
And it turns out it wasn’t cool
To sing for the whole school

In a costume I’d made myself
Singing in scream like Avril Lavigne
But I was not as punk rock
As I had hoped to seem

I’ve made it complicated here
I did not think through this fake tattoo
And the school thinks I’m weird

You got me, oh you got me
I didn’t really pierce my tongue
So I’ll skate myself right back to square one

Rolling forward to the last year of school
Harry was a badass cause he broke the rules
His hair hung in his face
When he asked me on a date

I panicked, and nodded in fright
Then jumped and fist pumped
When he was out of sight

He looked good from far away
But on our date he had nothing to say
Just a dare from one of his mates
To leave me to pay

You got me, oh, you got me
I don’t know how to roll you a blunt
While we’re at it, I’m asthmatic,
Excuse me while I cough up a lung
Oh you got me, oh you got me
And you owe me $20 for lunch
But these are the lessons we take back to square one

credits

released April 5, 2024
Written by Alana Wilkinson and Paul Dyason
Performed by Alana Wilkinson
Backing Vocals by Alana Wilkinson, Angus Robb and Pia Nesvara
Guitars by Alana Wilkinson and Kyle Lionhart
Keyboards and Rock Guitars by Paul Ruske
Double Bass - Isaac Gunnoo
Drums (and Spoons!!) - Terepai Richmond
Produced by Paul Ruske and Alana Wilkinson
Engineered and Mixed by Paul Ruske
Mastered by Jordan Power at Brooklet Studio

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