Last night, I was dreaming
Last night, I had dreamt that my head hit the ground
That my head hit the ground
And I know I’m gonna die, I don’t need to hear it
And I know I’m gonna die, I just didn’t wanna know when
Last night I was fortunate to pierce my own fortune
They said that my head hits the ground
That my head hits the ground
Last night I was so fortunate
That I pierced the hide of my own damn fortune
It said my head hits the ground
That my head hits the ground
And I know I’m gonna die, I don’t need to hear it
And I know I’m gonna die, I just didn’t wanna know when
(1, 2, 3, 4)
And I saw my mother cry, saw my father cry over me
Over me, over me
Saw my mother cry, saw my father cry over me
Over me
And I said no, and I said no, and I said no
And I screamed no
Saw my mother cry, saw my father cry
In my sleep I see them crying as I’m dying in the months before the snow
And I say no, and I say no
And I said no, and I screamed no
Do you know what it’s like to go to sleep every night and see your name carved in stone?
I bet you don't
Or printed in ink in the morning news?
Too bad everyone lives in computers
It’s futile, I know; but I’m too damn connected
I’d give it a rest but this respite is pressing me
Blessing me, kissing me, sending me messages
Converging in autumn to give life some context
Compounding like interest, the gift of ill-knowledge
Demolishing illness with death as my hostage
It’s me don’t you see I’m humanity’s life vest
Abolishing sadness and curing the calloused
I’m lighting the blackness of kids on their last legs
The breadth of my goodness knows not of restriction
My diction seems strict but I swear I’m kind hearted
A hearth that burns fear and leaves nothing but art
Is this real, is this real?
I don’t feel that I’m here
But I hear I’ve been robbed of my massive appeal
Flaunt your gaunt jawline as I call you highness
Well minus the temper, your sick soul is mine
I’m a regular secular prince of all Canaan
There’s no gods or goddesses
I’m the most modest
So honest, it pains me to take on this title
But I promise to reign till my comet is fatal
It’s natal and free
Oh, the rarest of charity
Your hero is here and his first name is me
Most nights I have visions of an oiled and painted demise
And my head hits the ground
Yeah, my head hits the ground
Most nights I have visions of an oiled and painted demise
And my head hits the ground
Yeah, my head hits the ground
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020
An indiepop classic from a decade ago, only available on sold-out physical media, is now available again, remastered specially for Bandcamp. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 30, 2016