about
I wrote most of these parts while travelling around South Africa, living in a tent. I was staying at a place called Wild Spirit on the Garden Route in the Southern Cape. There were horses wandering around the campground. I had absolutely nothing to be in a bad mood about, yet, I was. I felt better after playing music for a while. I guess it's about that.
lyrics
I read until midnight but still couldn´t sleep. Why do I always feel guilty to someone or something? Steampunk novels and whiskey, an increasing air of defeat. A cold wind was blowing, blowing in the city. I drove out to the country to slow down my disease, but this pessimism came with me, it's permeated deep. By noon I was opening up a bottle of red. I sat and watched the horses graze beside my tent. So, I picked up my guitar and started to play and my old songs didn't sound so bad. I sang out to the forest, this is what she sang back: "Why do you look so hard for a reason? There's no reason in this." There's a desperate beauty inside of that awful secret.
credits
from
Baritone Cats,
released January 15, 2014
Jeff "the one-take kid" Meszaros: accordion, piano
Jayme Hagen: bass, guitar, vocals
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