me and eeyore and charlie brown are on the floor,
just sittin’ around, talking ‘bout the weather and this and that,
listening to beck sing “where it’s at”.
“that’s beautiful dad” and then the horn.
chuck mentions a child who was stillborn.
i hang my head and the donkey cries.
my soul feels dead and a puppy dies.
oh no, oh my, just bite your tongue and smile.
eeyore wipes his eyes and turns the page,
stops the record, puts on “sea change”.
mlk was killed while the donald thrives.
now beck guesses that he’s doing fine.
charlie says he’s worthless & has clipped wings,
wishes he wasn’t born and the usual things.
i fear growing old, living in the slums,
eeyore sees his funeral and no one comes.
oh no, oh my, just bite your tongue and smile.
a crisis is easy, work hard and pray,
the challenge is dealing with every day.
me and eeyore and charlie brown, are on the floor,
just sittin’ around. charlie’s sure he’ll never find a wife.
what comes after death could be worse than life.
oh no, oh my, just bite your tongue and smile.
rob: vocals, guitars
steve: drums, bass, lap steel
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020