Found one of the old recordings from 2004.  One word to describe it is 'tedious'.  Another, 'agitating'.  Yet another, 'puddle'.  And who was it about?


I don't care about the trouble you're into, I don't care about the crime you did
I don't care about  your lack of money, I don't care about your insecurities
I don't care about your wayward ties, and I don't care about your made-up eyes
I only care about the time we spent together, I only care about the time I wasted with you

You're a special kind of birch, not extraordinarily pathetic like I wish you'd be
Wish I could hit you maybe one time, you broke a household once and forever

You say you can't stand your friends' friends, you say they're up and into themselves too
Much to care but you're all shirt because, they're so totally like you
The last thing I want is for you to die, I really hope you live your days
With long, terminal, painful diseases, festering sores and internal bleeding but

You're a special kind of birch, not extraordinarily pathetic like I wish you'd be
I wish that I could hit you maybe two times, you broke a household once and forever

Well if I cannot hit you, maybe I'd settle for...

Clothes that never quite fit right, and forever more eternal bad hair days
And a job that'll never quite pay enough, and a bill that'll never get paid

A man who will do what he wants, when he wants and
Without a care about your wants and needs and
Desires and wishes and so forth, that's the kind of man you deserve
He's gonna buy Callaways, before he's even broken in his Taylor Mades
A full set with all of the accessories, he won't even let you watch Living Channel baby

That's exactly what you deserve, I fervently hope you find this curve and
It hits you right where it hurts on your pretty little nose
Then the smile that wore me down, and the eyes that knocked me out and blinded me
The You that sucked me in like a tractor beam
You get the comeback of all comebacks yeah

You're a special birch
Should I say bee...

You're a special lady

Birch

Rough demo of the first song I ever wrote when I was about 19. Written after a good friend's daughter was still born at 8.5 months and also in memory of the baby my mother miscarried when I was 5 or 6 years old. Lyrics are a bit cheese in places, I was in desperate need of some vibrato, and timing was way off in parts, but it brings back good memories of that time in my life. Bass and 2nd guitar solo by Paul Martin and vocals by Anthony Hills. Dodgy sound quality is because I only had a dubbed cassette copy!

Birch

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