And then I woke up and looked around
And I blushed for I had found
That I’d been staring through a painting
(I thought it was a window)
Well I won’t do that again
(Kill NASA; feed Africa)
I been feigning nostalgia
Live in pictures to post online, yeah
I been lining my walls and filling my drawers
‘Till I can’t find what I care about no more
Well it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!
(I drank too much, and now the wine’s broken)
All the mementos in the world couldn’t make me feel
Like I’ve got a life
And I could rearrange, yeah I could rearrange
And I could tear down my house bricks by brick
But no amount of feng shui could replace
What I miss:
A woman’s touch
All I need is a woman’s touch
Un-mess my messes when I’m too messed up
A man needs a maid that won’t go away
Un-mess his messes all day after day
OK!
On the day I was born a woman’s love was all I knew
And on the day I was conceived, well, I was a woman too
And when the moonlight hits your face I’m drowning in fertile falls
I’m an animal animus anticipating anima answers to problems math can’t solve
All I need is a woman’s touch
Un-mess my messes when I’m too messed up
A man needs a maid that won’t go away
Un-mess his messes all day after day
OK!
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016