A simple song of lost love, So Low is a really catchy and cool sounding song. I enjoy the sound immensely, particularly the bass, drums and keyboards. The first time I heard it, I had to listen to it again–then again–then again. It’s that sort of song.
Here’s a link to the video (love the clothes, BTW).
And of course, the lyrics:
Hello, meet my problems
I only miss you when I’m with you
I gotta fly car to jet around town
Gone sour to the bone
Gone bad to the marrow
Financial situation’s depleted
Guess a slap in the face is what I really needed
From a strong hand to make me a man
What more could I ask?
What more could I stand?
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Sold all my friends today
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
Gave everything away
Now I’m bound only by twine and thread
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Just give me time
Don’t give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don’t give me time to miss you
On a short leash yet she was eathbound
So I threw her in the lost and found
Now she’s scaring me
A fine charity
With a pink trombone and a tuning key
So just ignore the footprints
And just ignore the sand
My epitaph stands before me
So wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Saw her standing in the doorway
Fade away
And I believe in it
If I were dead
If I were dead
If I were dead she wouldn’t love me anymore
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head
I’m so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
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