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Of his lyrics, Stephen says, "A little surreal, this one. Writing in this style makes me feel like the crescent moon. Perhaps it's just a phase."
lyrics
I trim my beard with Occam's razor
Occam's razor, Occam's razor
Trim my beard with Occam's razor
Nicked myself as hairs would crop
I'm bleeding now, and cannot find
Cannot find, I cannot find
I'm bleeding now, and cannot find
The simplest way to make it stop
At five, I took a trip to Rome
But all roads led me straight back there
At ten, I threw a boomerang
And now I live in constant fear
Fifth world problems...
I stepped inside my local diner
Local diner, local diner
Stepped inside my local diner
Ordered milkshakes bottomless
Every boy came to my yard
To my yard, To my yard
Yes, every boy came to my yard
And carved an infinite abyss
I miss my partner all the time
And kiss the air around her cheek
My new year resolution's low
The world has been a blur all week
Fifth world problems...
I bottled up my loneliness
My loneliness, my loneliness
Bottled up my loneliness
Until my loneliness fermented
Now I have some fine champagne
Such fine champagne, such fine champagne
Now I have some fine champagne
But none to drink with, I lamented
You're trapped inside the second person
Please help you, oh God, help you
I broke the fifth wall, now my listeners
Know that they're a fiction too
credits
released June 19, 2020
Lyrics by Stephen Wort
Music written on 2019-02-19 by Brian MacLean, tweaked on 2019-09-11
Performances:
B.MacL.
- acoustic guitar
- percussion
- faux kick
- handclaps
- shaker
- ukulele
- voice
S.McG.
- chair
Sample
- 39664__markgia__cymbal-swish-short.wav (published under CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedication creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0 acquired via freesound.org Neither the author nor the affirmer endorse this use.)
Recording:
- Guitars recorded at SonShoneStudio by Sean McGaughey on 2019-09-12.
- All other instruments recorded at The Dinning Room by the Moon Raccoon from 2019-09-19 to -25.
Both studios reside in North Simcoe-Muskoka, the traditional territory of the Anishnaabeg, specifically Ojibway/Chippewa peoples, covered by Lake Simcoe Treaty 16 (1815) and the J. Collins land purchase.
The Moon Raccoon thanks Ray Dillard for his sage advice during mixing
To play on guitar:
Capo 2
Verses F C F C G / F C F C F G
Choruses F C G Dm (x2)
Bridge Am C Dadd4add9 Eadd#9 G6 (x3)
C Dadd4add9 Eadd#9 / C F G
Outro F C G Dm (x2) / C Fmaj7 Dm
To play on ukulele:
Capo none
Verses G D G D A / G D G D G A
Choruses G D A Em / G D7 A Em
Bridge Gmaj7 Dadd4 Eadd4 F#add#9
Gmaj7sus2 Gmaj7sus2(no5) Eadd4 F#add#9 (x2)
Dadd4 Eadd4 F#add#9 / D G A
Outro G D A Em / G D7 A Em / C
This recording was originally released on October 7, 2019 on Stephen Wordsmith's "Now! That's What I Call Wordsmith" album. Written and recorded during February Album Writing Month, 2019.
Songs about murderous bunnies, widowed spiders, social media, broken leadership, broken condoms, life's absurdities, and how
none of us get out of here alive, holds my interest. ftMR is mostly me, isolation-enthused depressive Wm Brian MacLean, from smalltown Ontario. I played CMW 2004 with The DiViNE (as Drone). I'm a published cartoonist, incl. the anthologies Blocked, Beyond, and Chilly Tales....more
