This song started as a seed of an idea about 4:30 this afternoon. Just the first two lines. Seven hours later the writing, recording, and mixing are done. There’s something about working quickly that releases you from the fear of perfection and the danger of over-thinking. Right now I’m digging the loose “Inside Me Wants Out” vibe. (Andy Pratt) We’ll see if I still feel that way tomorrow morning.
Stop checking your phone.
No one’s gonna call anymore.
You know you’re alone
when no one answers when you’re talking to yourself.
But what would you say?
You got what you deserve anyway.
You got what you gave:
an empty heart and an early bed (or early grave).
You took what you could;
packed your memories–some of them good.
Like hammer on wood it’s ringing
true and loud and hollow.
Stop checking your mail;
that endless binary sea but nobody’s there.
You pull in your sails.
You drift away, just drift away,
just close your eyes,
just close your eyes. This is your life.
Is this your life?
Or has it all been dreaming?
Have I been awake?
Or have I been sleeping?
Awake, asleep:
Always dreaming.
Stop checking your phone.
No one’s gonna call anymore.
You know you’re alone.
You know you’re alone.
