A fictitious, protagonist-outsider, shares his confusion on what it is to be (or attempt to be) a man in the 21st century. A spinning wheel of deceipt and truth; a showing then veiling of one's true(er) self. An ill directed attempt at being accepted. which ends in a regression to boyhood. A fucked-up love song ultimately.
lyrics
New Man
SOCAN/BMI/Radiolatte, 1999
Key D / BPM 122
Like a tongue tied parrot
Who swings and stutters all day
Polly's no pigeon but a junkie
With a saltine craze
I feel the same way, useless
A carbon copy of a friend
A one way conversation
Tears and tissues not a man
How come you call me cheap and ignant”
What can I do with such names?
Except construct my own oasis
And imagine it all away
I was told to put in what ever I wanted out
So I put myself in, you kicked my ass out
If I was different could you love me then?
Cause I could take these tears and tissues
Into a new man
Into a good man. Into a good man
Into a good new man into a good..
Like some undercover FBI agent
So smart I’m using my own name
A little reverse confusion
Im not a man Im just a frame
You recognize a feature
You string it together with a name
You realize that’s loser
Except maybe Ive changed
Into a shape shifting drifter
In a covert mission of a maze
Not really Im largely convoluted
De-constructed by your gaze.
Chorus
credits
from Sundumb,
released October 10, 2010
Jay Harris - Git/Vox
Cam Giroux - Drums
Bazil Donovan - Bass
Rob Gillet - Guitar
Bob Packwood - Piano/Keys
