I realize this is the so-called "title track" of the accompanying playlist. But other than this is the inarguable opening track to the 2022 year, it also sets the stage for this year's compilation title "United In/Difference".
I had the opportunity to see Kendrick this year with Phineas and nephew Ben for the World Steppers Tour. And it did not disappoint. In fact, I would place it as a top five show of all time. The set. The choreography. The energy. The multi-layered compositions. The lyrics.
It's art.
I've been goin' through somethin'
One thousand, eight hundred and 55 days
I've been goin' through somethin'
Be afraid
...
I went and got me a therapist
I can debate on my theories and sharing it (whoa)
Consolidate all my comparisons
Humblin' up because time was imperative (whoa)
Started to feel like it's only one answer to everything, I don't know where it is (whoa)
Popping a bottle of Claritin (whoa)
Is it my head or my arrogance? (Whoa)
...
I grieve different
I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime
Tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth
I hope you find some paradise (tell them, tell 'em the truth)
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell them your-
I've been goin' through somethin'
One thousand, eight hundred and 55 days
I've been goin' through somethin'
Be afraid
What is a bitch in a miniskirt?
A man in his feelings with bitter nerve
What is a woman that really hurt?
A demon, you're better off killin' her
What is a relative, making repetitive narratives on how you did it first?
That is a predator, hit reverse
All of your presidents evil thirst
What is a neighborhood rep'table?
That is a snitch on a pedestal
What is a house with a better view?
A family broken in variables
What is a rapper with jewelry?
A way that I show my maturity
What if I call on security?
That mean I'm calling on God for purity
I went and got me a therapist
I can debate on my theories and sharing it (whoa)
Consolidate all my comparisons
Humblin' up because time was imperative (whoa)
Started to feel like it's only one answer to everything, I don't know where it is (whoa)
Popping a bottle of Claritin (whoa)
Is it my head or my arrogance? (Whoa)
Shaking and moving, like, what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex
Indulging myself and my life and my music, the world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac
The world that we in is just menacing, the demons portrayed religionous
I wake in the morning, another appointment, I hope the psychologist listenin'
The new Mercedes with black G Wagon
The "Where you from?" It was all for rap
I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions just for practice
Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
50K to cousins, post a caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive
I grieve different
I grieve different
Huh
I met her on the third night of Chicago
North America tour, my enclave
Fee-fi-fo-fum, she was a model
Dedicated to the songs I wrote and the Bible
Eyes like green, penetratin' the moonlight
Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like
Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me
Phone off the ringer, tell the world I'm busy
Fair enough, green eyes said her mother didn't care enough
Sympathize when her daddy in the chain gang
Her first brother got killed, he was 21
I was nine when they put Lamont in the grave
Heartbroken when Estelle didn't say goodbye
Chad left his body after we FaceTimed
Green eyes said you'd be okay, first tour, sex the pain away
I grieve different
I grieve different
Huh
The new Mercedes with black G Wagon
The "Where you from?" It was all for rap
I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions just for practice
Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
50K to cousins, post a caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive
So what? Paralyzed, the county building controlled us
I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once
I bought infinity pools, I never swimmed in
I watched Keem buy four cars in four months
You know the family dynamic's on repeat
The insecurities locked down on PC
I bought a .223, nobody peace treat
You won't doo-doo me, I smell TNT
Dave got him a Porsche, so I got me a Porsche
Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions
Poverty was the case
But the money wipin' the tears away
I grieve different
Everybody grieves different
Everybody grieves different
I grieve different
Huh
The companion song to "United in Grief" (the song) and the perfect opener for "United in Grief" (the playlist). The lyrics can speak for themselves. Read along.
Miss Regret, I got these deep regrets
Some things I can't forget
Lord knows, I've tried my best
You said it's not my best
I came up out my flesh
Some things I must confess
Spoke my truth, paid my debt
Can't you see I'ma wreck?
Let me loose, I digress
This is me and I'm blessed
This is me and I'm blessed
We may not know which way to go
On this dark road
(Mr. Duckworth)
All of these hoes make it difficult
Session ten, breakthrough
One of these lives, I'ma make things right
With the wrongs I've done, that's one of you now
With the Father, Son, 'til then, I fight
Rain on me, put the blame on me
Got guilt, got hurt, got shame on me
Got six magazines that's aimed at me
Done every magazine, what's fame to me? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
It's a game to me, where the bedroom at?
Sleep, I ain't had affairs with that
What's fair when the hearts and the words don't reach?
What's fair when the money don't take things back?
It's rare when somebody take your dreams back? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
I care too much, wanna share too much
In my head too much, I shut down too
I ain't there too much, I'm a complex soul
They layered me up, then broke me down
And moralities dust, I lack in trust (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
This time around, I trust myself
Please everybody else but myself
All else fails, I was myself
Out done fear, out done myself
This year, you better one yourself (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Masks on the babies, mask on an opp
Wear masks in the neighborhood stores you shot
But a mask won't hide who you are inside
Look around, the realities carved in the lies
Wipe my ego, dodge my pride (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Look myself in the mirror
Amityville, I ain't seen nothin' scarier
I fought like a pit bull terrier, blood I shed could fill up aquariums
Tell my angels, "Carry 'em" (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Every emotion been deprived
Even my strong points couldn't survive
If I didn't learn to love myself, forgive myself a hundred times, dawg
I love when you count me out (huh)
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (wah, woo, ooh)
I love when you count me out
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up
How you gon' win my trust when the lies run deep? (Wah, woo, wah)
How you gon' bend your love when the bad don't sleep? (Sheeesh)
Beep, beep, crash our feelings in the middle of the street (vroom, vroom)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up (huh, huh)
When you was at your lowest, tell me where the hoes was at?
When you was at your lowest, tell me where the bros was at?
Three-thirty in the mornin', scroll through the call log (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Ain't nobody but the mirror lookin' for the fall off (Brrt)
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (wah, woo, wah, woo, wah)
My name is in your mouth, shoo, shoo
It's gon' take more than pride to stop
Call 9-1-1, I caught a body
Sun up now, yesterday is fadin'
Healing's only 'bout a mile away
Let me tell you 'bout the women I know (that's my baby)
I know karma like to follow us strong (sheesh)
I know millionaires that feel alone (sheesh)
Anytime I couldn't find God, I still could find myself through a song
Many find they life in a phone
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up
You said I'd feel better if I just work hard without liftin' my head up
That left me fed up
You made me worry, I wanted my best version but you ignored me
Then changed the story
Then changed the story
Good energy in the room, drop the location, please
Antibiotic for the womb, when I'm frustrated, please
(Antibiotic for the womb, when I'm frustrated)
Tryna keep my good conscious in rotation
Thoughts in my head, they livin' there with no- (tryna keep my good)
I made a decision, never give you my feelings
Fuck with you from, fuck with you from a distance
Some put it on the Devil when they fall short
I put it on my ego, lord of all lords
Sometimes I fall for her, dawg
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out
My name is in your mouth
Fuck it up, fuck it up (true, true)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up
Miss Regrets, I believe that you done me wrong (Miss Regrets)
Miss Regrets, can you please exit out my home? (Miss Regrets)
Miss Regret, I think I'm better off alone (Miss Regrets)
(Miss Regret)
Miss Regret, I got these deep regrets (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Some things I can't forget
Lord knows, I've tried my best
You said it's not my best
I came up out my flesh
Some things I must confess (ayy, ayy) (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Spoke my truth, paid my debt (ayy, ayy)
Can't you see I'ma wreck? (Ayy, ayy)
Let me loose, I digress (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
Anybody fightin' through the stress? (Ayy, ayy)
Anybody fightin' through the?
Fun fact. Luke Titus (Chicago) is considered a musical prodigy – earning an incredibly coveted spot as a drummer/"Blue Man" for the "Blue Man Group" while still in high school – the youngest to ever be awarded a spot.
Now a multi-instrumentalist-producer, this is a collab with fellow multi-instrumentalist/vocalist Cisco Swank (Brooklyn) and Saba (Chicago), who is no stranger to working with fellow Chicago artists (i.e. Chance the Rapper).
Like Golden State, I could see the future, my draft included
The stock rising for music with deeper meanings to it
The infrastructure, the city broke, you can see the sewage
Chic like Bo Peep, lowkey, keep reclusive
City overheated like the engine needed cooling
This is antifreeze
Like a vanity, we see it for what it is
Hop a banister, the teenagers bust your lips simply for the fuck of it
Potential bangers and preemptive danger
Pent-up aggression, your death is proof that some children gangster
They partition parts in the metropolis you live in
And got the kids in the park pondering what a rim is
'Cause it's so insane
Nothing’s changed
Watch it fade away
Tell of pestilence and no pessimism
How you downin' when records could get you recognition?
The differences between a handout and having assistance
That’s night and day, it's safe to say that this is tunnel vision
My uncle pissin' dirty, he thirty, ask me for urine
Ayy, dude, you dirty, like Eddy Curry, ask for forgiveness
So I can’t blame any day that we tried to cheat the system
If it ain't far as the first place, the fuck is we gon' win in?
Potential bias and potential wires
Politic with the tooly, they keep a wrench and pliers
Put you in a private land and got your name engraved
Or get locked up, released on bond with bread, yo, am I saved?
'Cause it's so insane
Nothing's changed
Watch it fade away (Oh)
Yeah
Like Golden State, I could see the future, my draft included
The stock rising for music with deeper meanings to it
The infrastructure, the city broke, you can see the sewage
Chic like Bo Peep, lowkey, keep reclusive
City overheated like the engine needed cooling
This is antifreeze
Like a vanity, we see it for what it is
Hop a banister, the teenagers bust your lips simply for the fuck of it
Potential bangers and preemptive danger
Pent-up aggression, your death is proof that some children gangster
They partition parts in the metropolis you live in
And got the kids in the park pondering what a rim is
'Cause it's so insane
Nothing’s changed
Watch it fade away (Fade away, fade away, fade away)
’Cause it's so insane
Nothing’s changed
Watch it fade away
If you've been around music at all over the last few decades, you should be able to identify who's actually behind this smooth experimental rock jam in the first 30 seconds. And if you don't get it then, you'll sure as hell get it when the vocals kick in.
The Smile is an offshoot of Radiohead – comprised of vocalist Thom Yorke and guitarist Johnny Greenwood and (non-Radiohead) drummer Tom Skinner.
While The Smile doesn't detour far from Radiohead's roots, there does seem to be a bit of post-punk-jazz infused throughout the album. This track was an immediate summer fav.
It's easy to leave me
We should give ourselves another chance
Let go of our troubles
Into our caress
Our caress
And we set ourselves on fire
We set ourselves on fire
Easy, easy
It begs me while I'm sleeping
A desire, second chance
I have set myself on fire
It's easy
Don't mess with me
Don't mess with me
As I die in the flames
As I set myself on fire
Uh
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A one true revolution
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me
It's easy to leave me
We should give ourselves another chance
Let go of our troubles
Into our caress
Our caress
And we set ourselves on fire
We set ourselves on fire
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from
Wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Smoke wakes me from my sleep
Yeah
This is somewhat of a throwback to Favorites 2005, where Bright Eye's "First Day of My Life" first appeared on the compilation.
Well, 17 years later and Conner Oberst has re-imagined the song with an electronic flare and a distinctly tight beat. I typically don't like remixes, but this one maintains that bright-catchy-vibe throughout.
A love story... well, the beginning of one.
So if you wanna stick with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I'm really feeling lucky
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours was the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
And I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I'd let you know
Yeah, these things take forever, I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning?
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up
And you said
"This is the first day of my life
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"
So if you wanna stick with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm
Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I really think you like me
This one goes out to my girls who every year ask if I'm including a T. Swift song. Well, here you go. I guess I needed Taylor to show her vigilante side. (And while I'm not 100%, I'm pretty sure this is her first appearance on the favorites.)
And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on my vigilante shh again
I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
I don't dress for women
I don't dress for men
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some
She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?
Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride
Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife
And she looks so pretty
Driving in your Benz
Lately she's been dressing for revenge
She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
She don't dress for friends
Lately she's been dressing for revenge
Ladies always rise above
Ladies know what people want
Someone sweet and kind and fun
The lady simply had enough
While he was doing lines
And crossing all of mine
Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI
And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on my vigilante shh again
I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
A punk-ish nod to the sadistic-ish qualities that come with "being in love".
I need a lie down
Only just got up
I feel so uninspired
I feel like giving up
I feel like someone has
Punched me in the guts
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
I need a lie down
Only just got up
I feel so uninspired
I feel like giving up
I feel like someone has
Punched me in the guts
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
I lost my appetite
I cannot sleep at night
I cannot concentrate
I do not feel too great
The world is caving in
And I'm kinda struggling
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in
La la la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
I tried to meditate
But I just medicate
Pour me another drink
Don't wanna have to think
I think I lost my shit
Some kind of fucked up trip
But I kinda like it
'Cause it feels like being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in love
Being in
La la la la, la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la
Here's proof that you can create a roll-down-the-windows-catchy tune with just about any lyric you can imagine.
I mean...
Oysters in the pocket
We're saving for lunch
Not that we are shellfish
We just haven't learnt much
Oysters in the pocket
We’re saving for lunch
Not that we are shellfish
We just haven’t learnt much
Oh well that’s miles away
Oh well that’s miles away
Couldn’t take the fourby out
The peddies too much
Send me on my bicycle
The chain is all rust
Oh well that’s miles away
Oh well that’s miles away
Paying off the limousine now
We’re in no rush
Tried to give my number away
But I haven’t heard much
Oh well that’s miles away
Oh well that’s miles away
Oysters in the pocket
We’re saving for lunch
They say that you waste
But we’re having more fun
Oh well that’s miles away
Samia has out-scheduled me again. She's on my "still to see" list and I've now had tickets to three shows that I've either I've been sick and/or out of town.
Still, one of my favorite additions to the emerging sad-girl-music canon. She earned two spots on this year's favorites.
And yeah I know, she's going a little pop-py here. I blame papa.
Hiding is easy, it's like a daydream
You can be nowhere all the time
Hurts to be somewhere, 'cause you gotta stay there
After you say what's on your mind
Couldn't afford to, why would I want to
Pick up the glass I'm stepping around?
You shut the door as soon as I whispered
"Do you ever wish you weren't a coward?"
Are you still
Mad at me?
Are you still
Mad at me?
Hiding is easy, it's like a daydream
You can be nowhere all the time
Hurts to be somewhere, 'cause you gotta stay there
After you say what's on your mind
Are you still
Mad at me?
Are you still
Mad at me?
I don't wanna know, I don't
I don't wanna know anymore
I don't wanna know, I don't
Anymore, anymore
Why you gotta stay so private?
Everything you think, so violent
So violent (oh)
I kept it right behind us, yeah (ooh)
And I shouldn't have to sit around here watch you play with fire
That bitter taste, so, so sweet, so full of memories
Hey, John Doe, notice me
Clear the cache, watch your feet, keep going
Are you still (on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
Mad at me? (It's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
Are you still (it's going on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
Mad at me? (It's going on and on and on, on and on and on, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna know, I don't
(Mad at me?) I don't wanna know anymore
(Are you still) I don't wanna know, I don't
(Mad at me?) Anymore, anymore
Playing with similar themes of the prior, Dehd belts our back and forth tendencies.
Dehd made an appearance in 2020 with "Desire". On my list to see live.
Forgive me, give it to me
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do to-to-to keep it
I need your lovin'
I wanna be your honey
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do to-to-to keep it goin'
Yeah, now run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
I was a bad love
Now I can get some
I got a heart full of
I got a heart full of re-re-redemption
I was a bad love
Now I can get some
I got a heart full of
I got a heart full of re-re-redemption
Yeah, now run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Forgive me, give it to me
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do to-to-to keep it
I need your lovin'
I wanna be your honey
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do to-to-to keep it goin'
Yeah, now run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Run baby run
Run from the bad love
New love baby, come on honey, give me some
Give me some
I mean, I've always respected Conor Oberst's ability to write/compose, but I've never been some huge fan (likely attributed to his relational reputation). But for whatever reason, I could have put numerous Bright Eyes songs on this year's favorites. Here's the second that completes this "relational carousel" triilogy. The one that got left out? "Nothing Gets Crossed Out".
The castle walls has grown so tall
Seem there ain't no hope at all
To reach the top, you gotta stop
For breathin'
But I ain't gonna try to make you cry
The tear drops couldn't find your eye
It's all been swell, Miss Carousel
But the time has come for leavin'
Won't you come and get me when
You're sure that you don't need me then
I stand outside your window
And proudly call your name
The drunken clown's still hanging round
But it plain the laughter's all died down
The tears you tried so hard to hide
Are flowin'
A blind man with his knife in hand
Has convinced himself that he understands
I wish him well, Miss Carousel
But I gotta be a-goin'
Won't you come and get me when
You're sure that you don't need me then
I stand outside your window
And proudly call your name
The ladies been told that all of gold
Is worth so much it can't be sold
No time to weep she'll need her sleep
Tomorrow
When she carries her face to the market place
And bets it on the opening race
She can ring her bells, Miss Carousel
But her singing brings me sorrow
It's always done every mother's son
Is shown that grown men never run
And so they fight with all the might
Inside them
When the battle's been fought and they all been taught
That the trick is just not being caught
Will you give them hell, Miss Carousel
When they're begging you to hide them
When the need arose your eyes fell closed
You clamped your fingers round your nose
Would you say that's any way
To judge him
You haven't got the authority
To kill him in the first degree
But would you feel compelled, Miss Carousel
If you have something to begrudge him
On a velvet beach far beneath the reach
Of those that come to pray and preach
The natural man who tries to stand
Is fallin
How long will it be before he sees
You own his legs but his mind is free
Only you can tell, Miss Carousel
How long will he be crawling?
The castle walls has grown so tall
Seem there ain't no hope at all
To reach the top even though you stop
For breathin'
But I ain't gonna try to make you cry
The tear drops couldn't find your eye
It's all been swell, Miss Carousel
But the time has come for leavin'
This is off of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's new album Cool it Down and features the insanely talented favorites alumn Perfume Genius (also on my "still to see" list). The Yeah Yeah Yeah's Karen O said this about the track:
"I see the younger generations staring down this threat, and they’re standing on the edge of a precipice, confronting what’s coming with anger and defiance,” she said. “It’s galvanizing, and there’s hope there.”
I think my favorite track on this side of the compilation.
Mama, what have you done?
I trace your steps
In the darkness of one
Am I what's left?
Silver lines whisper to me
"Wounded arms must carry the load"
(And the kids cry out)
We're spitting off the edge of the world (out in the night)
Never had no chance (nowhere to hide)
We're spitting off the edge of the world (nowhere to run)
Never had no chance (out comes the sun)
Spitting off the edge of the world
Cowards, here's the sun
So bow your heads
In the absence of bombs
Draw your breath
Dark, dark places shall be none
She's melting houses of gold
We're spitting off the edge of the world (out in the night)
Never had no chance (nowhere to hide)
Spitting off the edge of the world (out comes the sun)
Never had no chance (nowhere to run)
Mama, what have you done?
I trace your steps
In the darkness of one
Am I what's left?
Silver lines whisper to me
"Wounded arms must carry the load"
We're spitting off the edge of the world (out in the night)
Never had no chance (nowhere to hide)
We're spitting off the edge of the world (nowhere to run)
Never had no chance (out comes the sun)
Spitting off the edge of the world
Winds from the sky (never had no chance)
Will watch us rise
I saw Claud open for Phoebe Bridgers this summer with Emily, her best friend Claud (different Claud), and Ellie. During the set, Claud Mintz (lead singer, also from Chicago burbs) points out their parents in the crowd. I turned around to see and realized that I was the same age. I then scanned the crowd and realized that I (along with their parents) were undoubtedly the oldest people I could see around me.
Sigh.
A song about those awkward moments after a breakup.
I know we don't talk right now
But if I saw you, I'd sit down
And ask about your afternoon
You told me that it's over now
But I can't help that I think about
All the things that we used to do
'Cause I've got a soft spot
I've got it for you
This sounds kinda strange, I thought
I saw you at a party but
I finally got close, it wasn't you
I know we don't talk right now
But if I saw you, I'd sit down
And ask about your afternoon
You made it clear that it's over now
But you're all that I think about
So now I don't know what the hell to do
'Cause I've got a soft spot
I've got it for you
It for you
We used to lie in bed and talk
For hours about everything
And anything you said you wanted to
Pull the covers over our short hair
Pretend like the city wasn't there
Like it was only just us two
You told me that it's over now
But I can't help that I think about
All the things that we used to do
'Cause I've got a soft spot
I've got it for you
It for you
I wish I left all my things at your place so I could come get them
We'd do things we might regret
And say that we could make exceptions
I just can't take the rejection
Maybe I'm just second-guessing
'Cause I've got a soft spot
I've got it for you
It for you
It for you
It for you
It for you
I've always wanted to create a "Black List" (and no, this is not a race reference) companion list that is a highly curated list of songs that should find its way into a film score or soundtrack one day. This song would be on it.
Sadly, the feature here, MF Doom, is post-humous as the highly celebrated British underground-hip-hop artist passed in 2020. I love how DOOM remembers Estrada's name some dozen verses down.
DOOM get rude with the dude off Chips
The mood switch, he chewed off strips off a brewed witch
Danger make him groove off a glitch
Makes your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound
Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out
Enough to have the game trapped abound
Scratched the crown off the names of lames who yapped the noun
Or verb for that matter
Had no data for a herbal chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Away from you
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling
On his shoulder like a California highway patrolman
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
Then I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posted with my own omen
A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
It's something like a plane bumper sticker, no slogan
This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that you the students
Are non congruent to the way that me and DOOM do this
You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rap projects in housing developments
Cool the cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's shaken besides gelatin
News bullets and I refuse to take the medicine
Fuck a thick skin, I got me an exo-skeleton
The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
That living like an obstetrician but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
Product of the last poets and the watched prophets
Ock, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
Dunzo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
Catastrophic, supreme microphone is
In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
Brothers both components of the close to coldest
Court holders with bars as hard as Angola
Away from you
DOOM get rude with the dude off chips
The mood switch, he chewed off strips off a brewed witch
Danger make him groove off a glitch
Makes your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound
Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out
Enough to have the game trapped abound
Scratched the crown off the names of lames who yapped the noun
Or verb for that matter
Had no data for a herbal chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad-hatter
Known for his absurd word choices
And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy
Far as he's concerned, the enemy was lazy
Hm-hm-hm, your attention please
Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize
In case you forgot to mention squeeze these
Just keep it on a need-to-know basis
They knew he was a negro so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces
On a slow pace, they used to say he might, could go places
Meh, whatever the case is
The card he played was Ace of Spades but no races
A spastic, some call him loony
When he spit a tomb sarcastic, it's Paul Mooney
Away from you
Away from you
First Aid Kid first appeared on the Favorites in 2012 with "Emmylou". And while the indie folk sisters may sound like they hail from the south, they are actually Swedish.
The second song of this break-up-fleeting-themed triad.
And I assumed you were someone
I could lean myself upon
But with the blink of an eye
You were out the door gone
So I've stopped making those conclusions
Thinking you could truly know someone
You peel a layer, find another
No you're never really done
Oh we are sensitive people
Afraid to say the wrong thing
So I walk home alone
Recalling everything
Whole conversations
Play by play
I thought by this age
I'd always know what to say
But I've stopped making those conclusions
For all the nights that I've enjoyed
There's been a couple more that I've spent
Simply humbled by the void
And who did you think I was
When you first met me moons ago
When I wanted to kiss you forever
And babe you wanted to take it slow
Take it slow
Take it slow
Did I disappoint you
I'm pretty sure I did
You thought I was some kind of rockstar
I was a nervous little kid
And I assumed you were someone
I could lean myself upon
But with the blink of an eye
You were out the door gone
So I've stopped making those conclusions
Thinking you could truly know someone
You peel a layer, find another
No you're never really done
And who did I think you were
When we danced in the setting sun
When you said that you'd love me forever
And I was getting ready to run
Ready to run
Ready to run
Who did I think I was
As I narrowed in closer to the sun
And perhaps I'll feel like this forever
I'm always ready to run
Ready to run
Ready to run
Oh it's already begun
I'm getting ready
Ready to run
Oh it's already begun
I'm getting ready
Ready to run
Oh it's already begun
I'm getting ready
Ready to run
For those who don't think they can be an artist and also hold another full-time job, meet Ka. Ka's a fire chief in Brooklyn but has been DYI'ing his music/albums for the last decade. And this year, he dropped two albums.
I stumbled upon "Ascension" via a radio playlist of Kendrick this year and was immediately drawn in to both the layered swells and the rich lyrics.
A vet of unpleasant and misery
Jah bless, didn't digest what they fed us in history
Not too nice, see the true stripes of letters officially
Don't waste ink, I'm succinct, it's measured efficiency
...
Every mention is for hood ascension
May not be a good man but got good intention
Got good intention
May not be a good man but got good intention
I mean, she was the one who was warm and you know, like, friendly to me
The one that I felt some kind of emotional ties to
And my father was, you know, just the opposite
He's like a cold motherfucker, he never spoke
You know he never really like showed any signs of emotion
A vet of unpleasant and misery
Jah bless, didn't digest what they fed us in history
Not too nice, see the true stripes of letters officially
Don't waste ink, I'm succinct, it's measured efficiency
Felt I had a curse first when I was bad at cursive
Baby sister named me and since was six, I had a purpose
Writings I drug cite in my court, I bought a surface
It comes from these meant to accompany, though they callin' 'em verses
Every mention is for hood ascension
May not be a good man but got good intention
Got good intention
May not be a good man but got good intention
I talk to you like a old uncle, that's my nuance
Got killed, couldn't build with my uncles, just my two aunts
Life grim, learn to fight and swim, Hopkinson and Dumont
When I moved from runaways, the last day I had true calm
As more I understand my posture, 'til I'm posthumous
'Til little me's thinking critically, I got no accomplishments
Descend to dark continents, center spark confidence
Correct the sea, speak of split second deeds, long consequence
If you a deep person, keep searching, amass facts
I believe they call him father, 'cause you supposed to get past that
If never won, run every one like it's the last lap
Handing ends to family and friends, never expecting that cash back
When you dorm with roaches, every day long as the solstice
I said parents ain't have no bread, I was born in ketosis
Always precocious, never quarreled with randoms, was drawing with focus
Since kids, they tried the colors 'cause only source is corpus
Heed to what they tried to feed they deceiving in doses
Bottom line, not the time for bikinis, Bellinis, mimosas
Never want war, but I'm for sure cleaning my toasters
'Cause when crabs don't go for roe, all I seem is ferocious
Every mention is for hood ascension
May not be a good man but got good intention
Got good intention
May not be a good man but got good intention
Every mention, hood ascension
Got good intention
(So, for as far as I was concerned, that was a man
That was how a man was supposed to be)
May not be a good man but got good intention
(So in order for me to be a man, I had to-)
rum.gold (also the actual URL of his website) first made an appearance on the Favorites in 2020 alongside Jamilia Woods with "Waiting For". For those familiar, rum.gold has some serious Moses Sumney-like vocal vibes going on – which the music world could certainly use a little more of anyway.
I want you to be human
You can sin however you'd like, baby
'Cause I wear mine on my sleeve
We can take forever or a minute, baby
It's all the same to me
Let down your fears
Take down your walls
It's only our shadows
That dance in the dark
Tell me no lies
Brace for the fight
I'll be your shelter in the night
Human
I want you to be human
I want you to be human
I want you to be free
And while you're here with me
Human
I want you to be human
I want you to be human
And there's no guarantees
But while you're hеre with me
I parted thе ocean to find you
Jumped from your Venus to your moon
Left a trail of tears to flow into your soul
And I am yours to choose
Let down your guard
Follow the signs
Teach me your game of hearts
It's all in your mind
Tell me no lies
Brace for the fight
I'll be your shelter in the night
Human
I want you to be human
I want you to be human
I want you to be free
And while you're here with me
Human
I want you to be human
I want you to be human
And there's no guarantees
But while you're here with me
Human (ooh)
Oh-oh (ooh)
Human (ooh)
I want you to be human (ooh)
It's good to have Rosie making music again.
While she is penning this for her children, there's something about the "little boy" and "little girl" references that don't seem to leave us. A blessing-of-sorts song about going out on your own.
Twirl little girl
Follow your heart, and be sure to guard it
Take care where you cast your pearls
Never settle little petal
Use your voice and stand up tall
Lead those flowers from the wall
Fly little crow
High as a kite until you're breathless
Wild and bold like your mother's clothes
Little Rock may you roll
Slow and steady like the Cumberland River
May you wind down every road
Ask me all kinds of questions
I'll tell you everything I know
When I cannot find the answers
I'll help you find them on your own
Tell them girls they're more than pretty
Keep those mean boys on their toes
When you're wrestling with Jesus
May his love, with its push and shove
Be the thing you hold
Twirl little girl
Follow your heart, and be sure to guard it
Take care where you cast your pearls
Never settle little petal
Use your voice and stand up tall
Lead those flowers from the wall
Ask me all kinds of questions
I'll tell you everything I know
When I cannot find the answers
I'll help you find them on your own
Tell them girls they're more than pretty
Keep those mean boys on their toes
When you're wrestling with Jesus
May his love, with its push and shove
Be the thing you hold onto
Ethan Gruska is better known as half of the Belle Brigade, but is likely better (not) known these days as the producer for Phoebe Bridgers first album Stranger in the Alps. And well, you haven't arrived in the alt-indie scene without a collaboration with Justin Vernon.
While both taking writing credits here, it's evident that Gruska's influence takes prominence as... well, the lyrics are in a fairly recognizable sentence structure. Gruska credits his writing influences to lyrical greats Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell. And while it would take a lifetime catalog to truly land amongst these greats, I'll acknowledge that he/they have penned lyrics worth listening to (and the favorites).
You watch me burn out like a rocket
I catch you mumbling it time after time
I just want all of it to stop your crying
I'll take the bribe now
It's so unimportant what started the fight
All eyes ahead
It's sadder at the end
I drink 'til I'm falling down and
I'm hanging on by a thread
Don't look down
Hold up your head now
Hang on to your honor
Don't know why I've compromised you the most (the most)
You pull it closer
Don't make it hard now
If I remember one thing, it's
That I don't surprise you at all
Anymore
Is there something that you want to say to me?
Is there somewhere that you want to escape too?
I'll cling like a waterfall
While I don't recognize you at all
Anymore
You watch me burn out like a rocket
I catch you mumbling it time after time
I just want all of it to stop your crying
I'll take the bribe now
It's so unimportant what started the fight
All eyes ahead
It's sadder at the end
I drink 'til I'm falling down and
I'm hanging on by a thread
Is there something that you want to say to me?
Is there somewhere that you want to escape to?
I'll cling like a waterfall
While I don't recognize you at all
Anymore
You watch me burn out like a rocket
I catch you mumbling it time after time
I just want all of it to stop your crying
I'll take the bribe now
It's so unimportant what started the fight
Such a great song. Such a mediocre movie.
Is this our first? Or second nature?
When's that rapture? Will there be merch?
Is this our first? Or second nature?
When's that rapture? Will there be merch?
Where is mother? She was a stunner, can we page her?
What my eyes have seen could really take the purse
Are we charged now? Or are we fakers?
Parade around or get in work? Or just desert?
We will see you next time
There'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (say it will be! Say it will be!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late and obfuscate
Is this our fault? And are we just too damn used to it
The cypher too elusive, that tale, it just won't stop
You could be vaguely on top, strike the key, lay down the mop
As if endings ain't endings and feet they just won't drop
Ain't this real-time? And aren't we takers?
You want what's more and don't excuse
And just refuse
We will see you next time (Is this mercy?)
They'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (say it with me! Say it with me!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late
We will see you next time
There'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (say it with me! Say it with me!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late and obfuscate
This isn't the first time this song has appeared on the favorites. Back in 2009, I did a "Best of the Last Decade" and featured the original recording by the great Gillian Welch. While the OG is hard to compare against, Valerie June does revive the song with a fresh look at Miss Ohio some 20 years later with her crisp and mesmerizing vocals.
I know all about it, so you don't have to shout it
I'm gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah I want to do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She's a-running around with her rag-top down
She says I want to do right but not right now
Gonna drive to Atlanta and live out this fantasy
Running around with the rag-top down
Yeah I want to do right but not right now
Had your arm around her shoulder, a regimental soldier
An' mamma starts pushing that wedding gown
Yeah you want to do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, would ya look at Miss Ohio
She's a-runnin' around with the rag-top down
She says I want to do right but not right now
I know all about it, so you don't have to shout it
I'm gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah I want to do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She a-runnin' around with her rag-top down
She says I want to do right , but not right now
Oh I want to do right but not right now
Angel Olsen started her singing career as a backup vocalists to Bonnie "Prince" Billy. You'll hear the influence in this album.
The "Lady in Red" reference is for you girls... you know who you are! ;)
A love song.
Take to the lake, playing "Lady In Red"
Hanging onto every word that you said
Staying up all night, out by the fire
Singing your song now, you know I'm a crier
And I'm losing, I'm losing, I've left it behind
Guess I had to be losing to get here on time
And I'm living, I'm loving, I've loved long before
And I'm loving you big time, I'm loving you more
Good morning kisses, giving you all mine
Pull back the curtains, show me the sunshine
Needing this coffee, needing some nature
Need it right now, it can't wait until later
We're always busy, baby, not this time
Lay in the tall grass, talking with your eyes
Talking with your eyes before we knew we were
Thinking the same things, I'm a believer
And I'm losing, I'm losing, I've left it behind
Guess I had to be losing to get here on time
And I'm living, I'm loving, I've loved long before
I'm loving you big time, I'm loving you more
Take to the lake, playing "Lady In Red"
Hanging onto every word that you said
Staying up all night, out by the fire
Singing your song now, you know I'm a crier
And I'm losing, I'm losing, I've left it behind
Guess I had to be losing to get here on time
And I'm living, I'm loving, I've loved long before
And I'm loving you big time, I'm loving you more
And I'm losing, I'm losing, I've left it behind
Guess I had to be losing to get here on time
And I'm living, I'm loving, I've loved long before
And I'm loving you big time, I'm loving you more
And I'm loving you big time
And I'm loving you big time
And I'm loving you big time
I'm loving you big time
If I can help it, I'm going to find a way to feature Sufjan on every "favorites" that I can. Here he collabs with Danielson, who also emerged out of a Christian tradition (i.e. Tooth & Nail Records).
But the funny thing about this track is that it's not only a cover (of Daniel Johnston), it's not new at all.... Well, it was "released" for the modern streaming world this year, but it was first released in 2006 and is rumored to have only appeared on Danielson's MySpace page (and yes, this was one of the ways I found new music in 2006).
And my shoes took me down a crooked path
Away from all welcome mats
My ah ah worried shoes
And then one day I looked around and I found the sun shining down
And I took off my worried shoes
I took my lucky break and I broke it in two
Put on my worried shoes
My ah ah worried shoes
And my shoes took me so many miles and they never wore out
My worried shoes
My ah ah worried shoes
My ah ah worried shoes
I made a mistake and I never forgot
I tied knots in the laces of
My ah ah worried shoes
And with every step that I'd take I'd remember my mistake
As I marched further and further away
In my ah ah worried shoes
My ah ah worried shoes
And my shoes took me down a crooked path
Away from all welcome mats
My ah ah worried shoes
And then one day I looked around and I found the sun shining down
And I took off my worried shoes
And the feet broke free
I didn't need to wear
Then I knew the difference between worrying and caring
Cause I've got a lot of walking to do
And I don't want to wear
My ah ah worried shoes
Over the last few years, Adrianne Lenker is likely to show up on the favorites via Big Thief and/or her solo work. While this album came out in 2022, the single "Change" came out in 2021 and made last year's favorites. "Certainty" is my second favorite on the album and one of rich lyrics and Lenker's trademark campfire vocals.
At the age of 31, Lenker is just waiting to have a movie made about her... born and raised in a Christian cult, wrote her first song at 8, first album at 13, 3x state champion in martial arts, married Big Thief co-founder Buck Meek, then divorced, then dated Indigo Sparks ("Pressure in My Chest") briefly, and yet kept "Big Thief" together throughout, remaining "deep friends" with Meek. It's no wonder she has the ability to write with such tension and certainty...
Maybe.
Maybe I love you
Maybe I love you is a river so high
Maybe I love you is a river so low
I love you, still don't know
My certainty is wild, weaving
For you, I am a child, believing
Name on the line, last request
Pull the car over to find some rest
Saying "I love you"
Need to lie here, need to leave
Living in the debt of make-believe
Saying I owe you
Crooked as a crow gnawing on dawn
Shadow from the grass in the dirt on the lawn
Why do I string you along?
My certainty is wild, weaving
For you, I am a child, believing
You lay beside me sleeping on a plane
In the future
Sit on the phone, watch TV
Romance, action, mystery
Wanted to show you
Sine wave is a particle ride
Bring your light out, then in on the tide
Maybe I love you
Maybe I love you is a river so high
Maybe I love you is a river so low
I love you, still don't know
My certainty is wild, weaving
For you, I am a child, believing
You lay beside me sleeping on a plane
In the future
My certainty is wild, weaving
For you, I am a child, believing
You lay beside me sleeping on a plane
In the future
Good question Sarah Beth... good question.
Walk five miles from my door
Just to give you some more
Do you just talk to me
When you're lonely and bored?
And don't you act like that
When you know what I feel
And don't you tell me to stay
'Cause you know that I will
What's the point of this
If I know how it ends?
You said I got the spark
Well baby, are you the flint?
And don't you dare me to
'Cause you know that I will
And don't you say those words
That ain't part of our deal
Walk five miles from my door
Just to give you some more
Do you just talk to me
When you're lonely and bored?
And don't you act like that
When you know what I feel
And don't you tell me to stay
'Cause you know that I will
But you get so close
I almost don't bite my lip
Happy accident
And I wanna die
When you say don't cry
I won't quit
Happy accident
Always measure my time
By the way you spend mine
I wanna burn it all down
Could I borrow a light?
And don't you dare me to
I could leave in the night
And don't you dare me to
'Cause you know I could fly
But you get so close
I almost don't bite your lip
Happy accident
And I wanna die
When you say don't cry
I won't quit
I'm no accident
What's the point of this?
I don't know how it ends
Some of you will know of this married duo via their former moniker Mandolin Orange, which I imagine felt "cute" a decade ago. But I concur... it was time for a name change.
Here's one for those of you still hiding from the "monsters" – wherever they may be.
Oh, the star-eyed troubadour sleeps with the eternal
and wakes up in the gutter with a song to sing
The magic of the evening is so fleeting
and when it's gone, how we long
We punish our souls for being unclean
and bask in the glory of living obscenely
The fringe is a friend and our friends build the memories
we sacrifice for the song
Oh, the star-eyed troubadour sleeps with the eternal
and wakes up in the gutter with a song to sing
The magic of the evening is so fleeting
and when it's gone, how we long
We punish our souls for being unclean
and bask in the glory of living obscenely
The fringe is a friend and our friends build the memories
we sacrifice for the song
Oh it's maddening, running to the feast
Hiding from the monsters in the belly of the beast
Just give me your love, it's all I need
Hide me from the monsters in the belly of the beast
I'd like to call home, tell em about this town
A northwest gem just nestled in a mountain
Greeted me early with the peaceful sounds
of the wind in the evergreens
I should go walking, it's not something I do
A feeling this light makes me miss the blues
The gutter is lonely, it's a tool I use
It's the road I'm traveling
Oh, it's maddening running to the feast
Hiding from the monsters in the belly of the beast
Just give me your love, it's all I need
Hide me from the monsters in the belly of the beast
Oh, it's maddening running to the feast
Hiding from the monsters in the belly of the beast
Just give me your love, it's all I need
Hide me from the monsters in the belly of the beast
Just give me your love (It's all I need)
Just give me your love (It's all I need)
Just give me your love (It's all I need)
It's all I need
Restless nights.
Been there.
Up the whole night
Right before the sun takes everything
It could've been anything
I didn't feel anything
Up the whole night, undefined
Can't stop thinking 'bout peace and war
Up the whole night
Right before the sun takes everything
It could've been anything
I didn't feel anything
Up the whole night, underline
Chain smoking like, no, it ain't right
Afternoon beer, understand
It could've been anything
It could've been anything
I didn't feel anything
You love him by the stove light in your arms
He is there because he can't stand the sad eyes
I couldn't feel anything
I couldn't feel anything
I couldn't feel anything
I couldn't feel anything
I couldn't feel anything
This track caught my attention this summer and was drawn in by its slow-ballad vibe and lyrical structure. It's a style that has deep roots in both folk and gospel and even made a brief, albeit fairly shallow, appearance in the big-hair band scene in the 80s.
All this said, admittedly, the second verse is a little cringy and almost got it knocked off the favorites all together, but I'm trying to include a little bit of everything here. ;)
'Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
It's the mountains,
It's the fog,
It's the news at six o'clock,
It's the death of my first dog,
It's the angels up above me,
It's the song that they don't sing,
It's a little bit of everything.'
With his back against the San Francisco traffic,
On the bridges side that faces towards the jail,
Setting out to join a demographic,
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
And a phone call is made,
Police cars show up quickly.
The sergeant slams his passenger door.
He says, 'Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
Just tell me what you're doing it for.'
'Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
It's the mountains,
It's the fog,
It's the news at six o'clock,
It's the death of my first dog,
It's the angels up above me,
It's the song that they don't sing,
It's a little bit of everything.'
An older man stands in a buffet line,
He is smiling and holding out his plate,
And the further he looks back into his timeline,
That hard road always had led him to today,
And making up for when his bright future had left him,
Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
And letting everything out once, His server asks him,
Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?
I want a little bit of everything,
The biscuits and the beans,
Whatever helps me to forget about
The things that brought me to my knees,
So pile on those mashed potatoes,
And an extra chicken wing,
I'm having a little bit of everything.
Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
Her man says, 'Baby, can I make an observation?
You don't seem to be having any fun at all.'
She said, 'You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
If you can give yourself to someone,
Then you should.
'Cause it's a little bit of everything,
The way you choke, the way you ache,
It is waking up before you,
So I can watch you as you wake.
So in the day in late September,
It's not some stupid little ring,
I'm giving a little bit of everything.
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
It's the matador and the bull,
It's the suggested daily dosage,
It is the red moon when it's full.
All these psychics and these doctors,
They're all right and they're all wrong,
It's like trying to make out every word,
When they should simply hum along,
It's not some message written in the dark,
Or some truth that no one's seen,
It's a little bit of everything.
Two long-time veterans of the favorites team up to force us to confront the awkward moments that emerge after a long-term relationship breakup.
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying
I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages
I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water
Get it down to nothing, everything that matters
Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns
Humidity, history, chemistry and panic
Swimsuits in windows of electric minivans
I don't know why I don't try harder
I've been going down some, some strange water
Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around, I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy the things we let go of
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying
I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dying
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
What was I even leaving for
I keep going back and forth
I think now I'm about to see
Didn't know how sad it'd be
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages
I don't know why I don't try harder
I feel like throwing towels into water
Move forward now, there's nothing to do
Can't turn around, and I can't follow you
Your coat's in my car, I guess you forgot
It's crazy the things we let go of
It finally hits me, a mile's drive
The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying
I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped
Radio's painful, the words are clipped
The grief, it gets me, and the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dying
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields
The grief, it gets me, the weird goodbyes
My car is creepin', I think it's dying
I'm pullin' over until it heals
I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields