It's not critically acclaimed
It's a hundred dollar bill
Stuck inside a Pepsi can
Someone told me to wait
inside their car
while they go inside and scope the place
You've got lungs
and true,
no one told me who
would have enjoyed my company
You've barely touched your food
So maybe ease on the drinks
You've got work at six
and you may feel a little sick
We all crave the same thing
that equanimity we can't squeeze
out of the industry,
but what fame becomes a part of you
and can't leave?
They've got precision and speed
but no tactics enacted tactfully
I'm always stuck in between
can never settle on where we're headed
or if we're gonna keep on doing the thing
That's my plight these days.
I'm starting to show my age
Not quite dying my greys
not quite rolling in the grave
this is just for fun
Let it go let it go, hon
Oh but, Rex
This is just for fun
Let it go let it go, hon
I've begun to wonder what I'd do with that fame
Would I tell the truth anymore?
Would I simply play the game?
We all need a home base
and probability we'll succeed
but no fame, on its face,
looks very much like me these days
We all crave the same thing
that equanimity we can't squeeze
out of the industry,
but what fame becomes a part of you
and can't leave?
The new double EP from Berlin group Jealous is delightfully difficult to pin down—goth-y dark rock that delivers endless chills. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2021