Folky, yet driving. Another good representative of our sound.
rock
acoustic
folk
unique
electric
mellow
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Story behind the song
Pretty stream-of-consciousness. I like the idea of a song moving from a lament of a personal relationship to far-reaching matters.
Lyrics
The ceiling fan is on too high
Won’t you stop and say goodbye?
Cause I think I’m gonna miss you
While you’re up there in the sky
Nothing’s wrong with anything
So I’ll sleep alright tonight
Nothing’s wrong with anything
So we ain’t got the right to fight
Throw the world off-course once more
The kids are all stuck to the floor
And the walls are closing in so fast
Like debt that haunts the poor
chorus
Sun exploded, supernova
Roaches visit, rats come over
Into an asylum with the mad
Is where it drove her
People dying, people burning
No one thinking, No one learning
And no one’s gonna stop it casue
Its just their wage they’re earning
chorus