Just so you know, all the beats on this (apart from the vez obvious kick at the end) are vocalisms from yours truly. I couldn’t tell you why I find this so enthralling, but I do, so there you go.
Another stream-of-consciousness lyric too, which I’m liking at the moment, but I’m gonna push the publish button now before I have second thoughts…
lyrics
I wish I was born in the ocean,
I wish I was born far out to sea.
I wish I could love like the ancients,
I wish I could tell stories properly.
I miss you, I need you, I’m trying to hear you,
I lift you, you save me, a wonderful feeling,
I’m kicking the bucket, I’m losing my shape,
And I’m trying to hide that I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
These are the words that I heard uttered,
These are the thoughts we tried to hide,
I won’t be looking back come the autumn,
I’ll be trying to understand the change in the weather.
I miss you, I need you, I’m trying to heed you,
I lift you, you save me, a wonderful feeling,
I’m kicking the bucket, I’m losing my shape,
And I’m trying to hide that I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I cannot believe what I’m doing,
I cannot accept my consequences,
These are just words that I heard uttered,
They help me to bleed, they help me to fly.
I miss you, I need you, I’m trying to heal you,
I lift you, you save me, a wonderful feeling,
I’m kicking the bucket, I’m losing my shape,
And I’m trying to hide that I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
credits
from Throwing S**t at a Wall,
released January 1, 2011
Written, recorded and produced at home by Bill Coleman.