Someone humming a relevant tune.
Looking over, I thought it was you
with your aimless croon.
No one wanted to follow the stream.
I thought it'd sound better on me.
Most of the time I can't even start.
I'd rather die than make it art--
that's what they say.
I complain
that everything's moving backwards.
But everyone needs a place to go.
Nobody out there ever did it alone.
Singing for fun and singing for free.
Copyright law is useless to me--
it's stolen outright
the first time it's played, and ever after
the first time.
Everything's looking backwards.
There's no getting around
what's behind the sound:
LSD, GbV, NYC, etc.--
everything's looking backwards
to move on.
I love the warm, natural sound of the performances: the way the vocals seem to be buried inside of the music, and the drums sound so raw and ambient. This is truly one of my favorite records. The songwriting is particularly inspiring.