Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seb Lowe
Lead Vocals
Joel Goodwin
Drums
Kate Couriel
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seb Lowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Etches
Producer
Lyrics
I take happy little moments like I'm taking
heroin,
And in between is fucking boredom til the next comes round again.
But I call suffering a memory, and I store it in a chest
So I that the next time I feel empty I can give it some context.
Get exposed to every fucked up thing the world that world can show to you,
I might think that I'm desensitized, then I watch the news.
Turns out people have been dying and I didn't have a clue.
no fucking perspective is the phrase that one should use.
In a festival of atrocities, we muffle all the noise.
I can't get no satisfaction, I can only be annoyed
And meanwhile I make it all about myself,
What have I done to help?
And the football players,
They're living on the big screen,
Now they're starting to look younger than me.
Do I know why?
Do I even know why?
And the football players,
On 100k a week at least,
At the whims of an energy monopoly,
Flies by.
Do I even know why?
I Just blinked, & I'm turning 58
& coffee makes me twitchy & I have to watch my weight.
& your opinions are a graveyard of land mines,
Stubbornness & immigrants & red wine.
& suddenly the world's collapsing,
I think that's a feature of my youth.
I can't imagine life in warzones,
Hardly stand the news.
Too western for that shit,
& I'm far too young for power,
So I'll rot all day in bed,
I will sit down in the shower.
I'll take my skin and wash it clean of all of its mistakes.
When you think of all that you have done,
Will you do the same?
Now the football players,
They're living on the big screen,
And they're starting to look younger than me.
Do I know why?
Do I even know why?
And the football players,
On 100k a week at least,
At the whims of an energy monopoly,
Flies by.
Do I even know why?
Now the football players,
They're living on the big screen,
And they're starting to look younger than me.
Do I know why?
Do I even know why?
And the football players,
On 100k a week at least,
At the whims of an energy monopoly,
Flies by.
Do I even know why?
Written by: Seb Lowe