Lyric of the Day — August 2nd 2015

“Take a breather, they came for Caesar
But I don’t think he’s here, Desiderata
Is that your name now? Glad you came out
You’ve proved your poison is more than noise
And the joy’s addictive although restrictive
Fan baby beware, I’m not always square

Old friends from the last call
Searching a glass for
Some famous last words
Learned from the master

With all your shit talking, all your blue stocking
And your spellcheck, you want some hell? Check!
Direct your own pace, you need your own place
So you tell me where to be, I’ll be there
A little sea sick, I feel you falling
Napkins crawled in me, I’m all in

You see my range, you can change me if you want
Just rearrange a few pieces around
If there’s a way but the heart won’t save me
If there’s an easy so leave me, don’t leave me
I think I could change and become what you want me
I think we could finally be done
I think I could change and become what you want me
I think we could finally be done

So you tell me where to be, I’ll be there
You tell me where to be, I’ll be there
You tell me where to be, I’ll be there
So you tell me where to be, I’ll be there
You tell me where to be, I’ll be there
You tell me where to be, I’ll be there” — The New Pornographers, “You Tell Me Where,” Brill Bruisers (2014)

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