lyrics he’s hungover. he stares in the mirror. his face is fleshy, somehow misshapen, as if viewed through a wide angle lens. he swallows a handful of aspirin and starts the shower. hot water only.
lyrics after last week’s breakthrough to the brighter side, i was excited to keep my eye on the positive and deliver some more upbeat music. but when i heard that vic chestnutt had committed suicide, i just couldn’t get it off my mind, and figured i should pay tribute.
lyrics with monday song number 24, I have released as many songs in the past five and a half months, as I officially released in a decade of billie burke estate. the power of deadlines. and simplified production values. and ten years’ practice… i was planning to head to the ’60s for our next chapter, […]