While touring in support of their full-length album Albatross, the band created the Acoustic EP: Seattle Sessions, which was simply a compilation of songs they created while on the road.
Their next album, 'The Silver Cord', was released on July 22, 2008. With the album being based on the realities of life and death, it signals a move into an alternative genre for TCC. Exactly 5805 copies of 'The Silver Cord' were sold in the first week. 5805 is a significant number because it is a song title on the album and it is the address of the house where the band formed and began to break out.
In 2010, 'Vagabonds' was released.
Summer of '92
The Classic Crime Lyrics
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Bikes on the sidewalk
Passing cars
In the never ending summer of '92
Sun bleached hair, freckled faces
Simple things to do
And at the end of each day
We'd swear to meet again
Soon as the sun came back around
Do you remember the streetlights
Riding home on our bikes
So sad to see the sun go down
When every day was a lifetime
We couldn't wait to get outside
On the sidewalks in our hometown
Do you remember when the cops were called
Watched as the marriages fell apart
I swear when I graduate I'm gone
Into the great beyond
The only thing I know
Is I'm getting out of this town
Where everything moves slow
I'm not coming home
Not coming down
What's it gonna take
How did we get separated
From the things that we used to do
In the these early august days
I can feel my heart ache
For the summer of '92
I know it wasn't perfect
But I feel like I've been searching
For a memory that I lost of you
What's it gonna cost
To recover from the loss
Maybe a lifetime or two
All of the roads we went down
Without a map we found our way
All of the timeless wonders
The sun in the sky
The endless days
We couldn't stay
The lyrics to The Classic Crime's "Summer of '92" evoke a nostalgic longing for the carefree days of childhood and the innocence of a bygone era. The song captures the sentimentality and longing felt when reminiscing about a particular summer in 1992. The lyrics describe a neighborhood filled with shared memories and simple joys, symbolized by the image of bikes on the sidewalk and passing cars. The sense of endless summer is emphasized, with sun-bleached hair and freckled faces enjoying the simplicity of life.
At the end of each day, when shadows stretched out, the promise to meet again the next day was made. The image of riding home on bikes under streetlights represents the reluctance to see the sun go down and the sadness that accompanies the passing of time. The lyrics also touch on the darker side of life, with mentions of broken marriages and the desire to escape the limitations of the town. The singer expresses a longing to leave and experience the great beyond, craving a different pace and new experiences.
The song captures the bittersweet essence of longing for the past and simultaneously seeking a brighter future. It speaks to the universal experience of yearning for what was lost, the memories that shape us, and the desire for growth and change.
Line by Line Meaning
Remember when the neighborhood was ours
Reflecting on the past when the neighborhood was our own
Bikes on the sidewalk
Recollecting riding bicycles on the sidewalks
Passing cars
Observing the cars passing by
In the never ending summer of '92
Referring to the everlasting summer of 1992
Sun bleached hair, freckled faces
Describing the effects of the sun on the hair and faces
Simple things to do
Recalling the simplicity of the activities
And at the end of each day
Highlighting the conclusion of each day
When our shadows stretched out
Noticing the elongation of our shadows
We'd swear to meet again
Making a promise to meet once more
Soon as the sun came back around
As soon as the sun returned
Do you remember the streetlights
Recollecting memories of the streetlights
Riding home on our bikes
Riding bicycles back home
So sad to see the sun go down
Feeling a sense of sadness as the sun sets
When every day was a lifetime
Perceiving each day as endless
We couldn't wait to get outside
Having an eagerness to go outdoors
On the sidewalks in our hometown
Spending time on the sidewalks in our hometown
Do you remember when the cops were called
Recalling incidents when the police were involved
Watched as the marriages fell apart
Witnessing the breakdown of marriages
I swear when I graduate I'm gone
Making a promise to leave after graduating
Into the great beyond
Heading towards the unknown future
The only thing I know
Acknowledging the only certainty
Is I'm getting out of this town
Expressing the desire to leave the town
Where everything moves slow
Referencing the slow pace of life in the town
I'm not coming home
Deciding not to return home
Not coming down
Not settling back
What's it gonna take
Inquiring about the required effort
How did we get separated
Questioning the cause of the separation
From the things that we used to do
Reflecting on the activities that were once done
In the these early august days
Referring to the initial days of August
I can feel my heart ache
Experiencing emotional pain in the heart
For the summer of '92
Longing for the summer of 1992
I know it wasn't perfect
Acknowledging the imperfections
But I feel like I've been searching
Expressing the ongoing search
For a memory that I lost of you
Looking for a lost memory of a person
What's it gonna cost
Asking about the required expense
To recover from the loss
To regain what was lost
Maybe a lifetime or two
Possibly taking a long time to recover
All of the roads we went down
Recalling all the paths taken
Without a map we found our way
Navigating without guidance to reach our destination
All of the timeless wonders
Remembering the eternal marvels
The sun in the sky
Thinking about the sun in the sky
The endless days
Reflecting on the days that seemed never-ending
We couldn't stay
Realizing that we had to move on
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Written by: Matthew MacDonald
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guitarheromorello
Tell Kevin Nash we said hi.
Julian Bell
A moment of silence for the victim of the vicious Summer of 92
My So Called, Fucked Up Brother
song reminds me of my good bud kev. one day he just hung out with the wrong people during the summer of 92, then the black train took him away. good times kwab
ChrisSuperDude
Nashbros...
Polvo Corrupto
KWAB
Make the Transition
IT KEEPS HAPPENING
Kumar09BC
KWAB
Kenny
Kwab
Yuri Is The Purest Form of Love
Good for the band bringing awareness for the victim who was never the same after the Summer of '92.