Ain’t it funny now, oh ain’t it funny how the tables have turned on me?
So far gone over you,
it was the most that I could do to try and reclaim my dignity.
‘Cause you had finally got it figured out,
I can’t believe the way you wore me down –
raking through mine with the fragmented pride you broke on me.
And I had to call you out, and you had the audacity to turn around and say,
“at least now we’re even”.
But hold me longer than you thought you would.
Think of me more than you know you should.
See my ways in your expressions,
hold it down as self-projection –
and let me be a tumour in your heart.
You should let me grow there while you push me further down.
Let me be consistent in your art –
I should be the only fucking thing you can write about,
and that makes us even.
That’d make us even.
Ain’t it funny now, oh oh ain’t it funny how the tables have turned on you?
So far gone into it,
and still a fool you cannot admit that you strain to fit
your head above a hole that you dug for me.
And now you’ve finally got it figured out –
oh are you finally seeing clearer now?
Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to reach for me!
I had to let you down, and you had the capacity to turn around and say,
“at least now we’re even”.
But hold me longer than you thought you would.
Think of me more than you know you should.
See my ways in your expression,
hold it down as self-projection –
and let me be a tumour in your heart.
You should let me grow there while you push me further down.
Let me be consistent in your art –
I should be the only fucking thing you can write about,
and that makes us even.
That’d make us even.
Oh that makes us even,
Oh that makes us even.
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022
The third studio album from self-proclaimed "prunge" artist Kevin Nichols; delves into the perils of depression and anxiety. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2018