Well it's a funny thing about the way that I sing
I slur my words and don't say anything
But I have a way of believing what I say
Sigmund Freud would be so proud of me, my past is on display
Oh, but I'm something else, I promise, nothing at all
I can't believe I made it through this past fall
I fell asleep beside Chicago, awoke to flaking ash,
Decided I was hungry, ate my stomach in a fast
Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees
But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you
I'm a clean-cut killer, I'm a liver alone
A mediocre poet writing mediocre poems
To be lost up in the attic of my great grandchild
But not before they yellow in the sun for a while
Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees
But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you
This may be Nate Kinsella's "dad record," but the array of experimental sounds and soulful songs on offer evidence a new creative peak. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017