A song for reminiscing on the simpler times of routesetting - before it was a job.
lyrics
I wish I had a move no one ever heard about,
I wish I had some better holds to set some better routes,
I wish I put some jugs in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have a quota every time I set,
I was told when I get older, they would pay me more,
but I get minimum wage, and I’m feeling like a whore…
(Chorus)
I’m a route setter and I, care what you think.
I’m a route setter and I don’t care what you think.
(Wish I could turn back time,
to the good old days,
working at Ball State, paid
us to strip, but now we set routes…) [x2]
Sometimes a certain hold will take me back to when I was young,
how come I’m never able to identify where they’re coming from?
I’d make a problem out of it if I could, something done for my
hood, no campus out of it, it’d probably only be climbed by one…
it’d probably be Lane, cause we use the same holds,
same coast, same rose move through those heinous throws, lame
bros try to dyno, but they base strength’s low, they’s
know they can’t accomplish it - the shit’s a shame, bro….
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
[We used to play pretend, me and Roth and Jake and Lane,
getting drunk at Red Bird, time traveling away,
now the owners of the place, steady laughing in our face, saying
“wake up, you need to make quota!” Yeah…] (x2)