Well there's a man in the back of my head
I hear him talk when I'm lying in bed
He tells me not to move, says to just play dead
And every time he speaks, I feel my face turn red
And I say "Hey! You there in the corner!
This is the only time I'm gonna warn you!
I don't want you here, I'm the solo sojourner"
But he just laughs and says "Boy, you're a loner
and there's nothing wrong with that
so long as you don't look back.
You got bad grades in school, wouldn't take the teachers crap
and boy, there's nothing wrong with that."
I tell him "Guy, you ain't as tough as you seem.
Look at me, least I still got my dream.
I'm getting out of here, then YOU'RE NEVER GONNA SEE ME AGAIN!"
Anger and sadness, confusion and madness
run rampant through my afternoons
I can't even honestly justify all of it
Maybe I am just a fool
Maybe I'm daft, or am I getting fat
or slacking on all of my work?
The morning sun hurts and I'm shouting in blind bursts
of fury every now and again
The avant-pop of Griffin Brown works elements of free jazz and experimental electronic music into its tapestry of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021