New Music: A Song For America

 

Maybe the best song I've ever written? It pretty much sums up all of my feelings about this country at this very moment. I wear my best Dylan hat, with perhaps a bit of Elliott Smith's aesthetics, whatever the fuck that means. Considering that I wrote it in about fifteen minutes, I'm pretty proud of A Song For America. 

Lyrics below:

Well the blowjob queen of Texas

And the podcast king of dirt

Ran off from the Valley

Forget all the lives they hurt

They were trying to find the heart

so they could stab it through the chest

Leaving little pieces 

So we could do the rest

I had twenty whole dollars

And a bucket full of chum

I had to feed the sharks 

But I needed a bigger gun

I was shooting in the movies, 

I was shooting in the breeze

I was shooting anything that moves

Anything that needs

Pour another shot of whiskey into a cold glass

Throw it over your shoulder as you drink into the past

You can drink and drive but you can’t bring back a soul

That you threw off and away

He was in the Oval office

He was in your neighbor Bob

He was in the cryptodollar

That you stole from the Mob

The grift, the lie, the cheat

You can’t hide it all away

We will have to pay up

 in some dark loathsome way

There are fewer and fewer children

But more and more of the old

The future’s warming up

While the history is sold

You can stare into your phone

You can stare into the abyss

But nothing’s looking back, 

nothing you can kiss

Pour another shot of whiskey into a cold glass

Throw it over your shoulder as you drink into the past

You can drink and drive but you can’t bring back a soul

That you threw off and away

The sickness it starts spreading

When you’re almost middle-aged

You see that time will not forget

Your father or your name

The places you have known

Are dungeons full of fog

The people you remember

are shadows stretched too long

The eyes of a child 

are the windows to a hole

You can fill up a person 

with consumer graded hope

There is more to life than money

There is more to life than fame

There is more to life than dopamine

 drip fed into our veins

Pour another shot of whiskey into a cold glass

Throw it over your shoulder as you drink into the past

You can drink and drive but you can’t bring back a soul

That you threw off and away