“AFK” is the final track on Pinback’s Summer in Abaddon album and contains the album’s name in the lyrics. AFK is a term used by gamers and programmers meaning, “Away From Keyboard.” The song contains images of technology making the protagonist feel alone and isolated which are contrasted by images...
[Intro]
We're too late, we're too late
(Release the rigging)
[Verse 1]
No one uses the phone anymore
The tracks are wrecked and the odometer's ticking
The edge is pushed and the lines are melting
Too scared to look at what I hear outside
Release
[Interlude]
We're too late
[Chorus]
Protect, embrace, engulf
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember the summer in Abaddon
[Verse 2]
Way offsides and I'm almost empty
I'm cracked and stripped like a domino's crush
Send a tell if you're ever near me
I'm A.F.K and I can't get by
Release me
[Verse 3]
This vessel's underway
Secure the rigging, we're headed south
(Tack the sails, man the posts)
(We're headed south into the wind)
[Chorus]
Protect, embrace, engulf
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember the summer in Abaddon
Protect, embrace, engulf
Remember, the summer, in Abaddon
Protect, enslave, in love
Remember, the summer, in Abaddon
[Verse 4]
No one hears you fall to the floor
The mirror's broke and the newtonian's clicking
The finds are pressed and the veins are pumping
Too far gone to do more than breathe
Release me
[Interlude]
This vessels underway
Headed south
[Outro]
Miles and miles of telephone poles
Fallen and tossed around
I can't talk to you anymore
And I miss you
And I miss you
Not in a Slint way, but I miss you
Seldom to touch far away from here
Even if I'm released
I can't talk to you anymore
And I miss you
And I miss you
Not in a Slint way, but I miss you
AFK was written by Rob Crow & Armistead Burwell Smith IV.
AFK was produced by Rob Crow & Armistead Burwell Smith IV.