I fell on this grenade for you. For you. Never forget this.
Starts with a heartbeat and an acoustic guitar. I shit you not.
All I know
Is everything is not as it’s sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I’m not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow
It mostly goes on like that, for what seems like about 63 years.
There’s about 96 overdubbed tracks worth of sparkly digital crap and the string sections and the American Idol-style oversinging and the rah-rah-radio supercompression and the maybe they're backup singers or just a flotilla of sampled-autoharmonized clones and the oy please stop oh just please stop it someone.
Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and speech only to
conceal their thoughts.