This song seems to have a singer dealing out advice. Is he or she (or they even?) just trying to dole out some encouragement, or is something more sinister being offered such as an illicit drug? Beats me, I just write the darn songs. I'm reading a book by Paul McCartney in which he discusses the origins of his songs, and if a Beatle finds the songwriting process mysterious as well, I'm not going to argue. In any case, here it is. For the recording, I had some fun punching a punching bag for the bass drum (my advice is wear gloves like boxers do), stepping on a tin lid for more percussion, and turning a nice handclap into some sort of noisy beat that sounds like something Public Enemy's production team would have done to turn a sample into something unrecognizable. Otherwise, it's the usual voice, guitar, bass as keyboard, and snare drum. It came out reminiscent of a tune by Sparks, and I'm quite ok with that. The title probably was an advertising slogan if it weren't already a big band song or something as well. Lyrics are below:
You were creeping on Facebook again,
and then you slipped into her DMs.
You like hot chicks with glasses.
You tell me, "If I can get them to take them off, they can't see how ugly I am."
What you need is
some pep in your step
"They say I've got a great personality,
but if it's so great, how come no one wants to make out with me?"
Don't give me any of your bourgeois hoo-ha.
Just stay in the established parameters.
Let's hear it for the standard genre expectations.
It's been 25 years, and you still think of her.
I think there might be something wrong with you.
You're always wondering about what might have been while . . .
For more Wred Fright music, listen to the Yeast? 7"!
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