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"Looking for answers I'm told won't come"
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One of my favourite things about being in the studio is the happy accidents that seem to constantly permeate my time there. Due to the ham-fisted way I play bass, I would inadvertently create a "clanging" sound when muting the strings with my right hand. I really liked the way it sounded, so I ended up hitting a Calor gas canister with a drumstick and putting it in the track. See if you can guess where it ended up! Hint: it's not subtle.
Lyrically, it's about everything mounting up around you, trying to shove you down into the dirt. Eventually, you hit a breaking point. It's up to you whether you crumble like a piece of wet cake, or stand up and say "enough is enough".
How come I always end up here?
How come it always ends in tears?
I’m looking for answers I’m told won’t come
Well lucky me, I found one
What can I do to make you seem like you care?
Now that I think about it, I don’t need you there
Why should I bother with it? These things don’t change
I’m glad I could keep you so well entertained
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