When the boys are grown, and the country’s all they know
You’d better watch out how you play
When the girls get low, but they don’t put on a show
You’d better watch out what you say
You better watch out for the fire
Oh cause the mob is on the way
Do you even know what you desire
When you shout it are you proud of what you say
Do you remember who you’re fighting
Don’t believe in what your friends all call the truth
When they’re striking down with lightning
It’s finally coming round, what will you do?
For several months, I planned on “finishing” this song, by writing words for the intro, but I could never think of anything I liked well enough. When I showed it to a few people, they didn’t seem to mind that it was just shadows of words. My friend and collaborator Richie DeMaria said she actually really liked the experimental feel of it. So, I just let it be. It went against my controlling nature, but that’s what art is supposed to do, right?
The lyrics are inspired by the culture wars of 2019. It’s an international pastime to make inaccurate assumptions about people you’ve never met face-to-face. So I wanted to add a word of caution amidst the hate blizzard. Maybe it’s appropriate that some of the things I’m saying aren’t words, cause when people get angry on the internet, they don’t really make sense either!
I made that cute little laptop stock photo compilation before I remembered that we weren’t in 2005 anymore. Damn. Here’s the updated version (yes, I know the spikey haired guy has a flip phone. He was just too fun-looking to pass up):
Where have you been lately, I’ve been thinking we might fall into place
My feelings are changing, but I’m too afraid to say that to your face
Something’s got me started, I just wanna be close to your body
Maybe I’m misguided, but I just want to be close to your body
That’s all I know / Woah, I want you baby
(Woah, yah) Will you be with me?
That’s all I know / I know I might sound crazy
(Woah, yah) But I need to see
I need to find a way to tell you how I feel
Have we been blind, have we been missing what is real
I fantasize that we would finally take the wheel
And we would drive into the night, can’t you feel it, this is right
I can’t only be your friend, cause I want you babe
I freely admit it: this is a pop song inspired by Ariana Grande’s Breathin. I generally ignore pop music, but even I have to admit it’s a dope beat. I can’t really hang with her mid-orgasm vocals, but I love that synth/orchestra hit sound that opens the track:
My song about an ex. A few years after we broke up we tried being friends, but I just kept on imagining getting back together with him while pretending to be super chill. I thought about telling him, but I was pretty sure it would just lead to the end of our friendship. So I held out for a long time, and instead wrote a song about it. Highly recommended form of therapy!
My dear friend, the fabulously creative and hilarious Popstar Nima, suggested I shoot a stalker video for this song. Weird, but fun! It would open on a living room scene, with a woman coming home from work in her waitress uniform being cute with her boyfriend on the couch. Then, pan out to me leering in on them through the window like a good old fashioned creep. Then as she leaves, I think I shove her into my trunk. The video would end with me in her uniform at the cafe where she works, walking up to her boyfriend all flirty to take his order. Maybe we'll actually make it one day...