Alex
This is my new favorite song. The lyrics go from sweet to vicious, the scraping of the strings is perfectly sinister, and the delicate mandolin line is immediately disarming and hair-raising; it’s like dead-eyed twins singing a nursery-rhyme in unison. Familiar but terrifying.
Alex, short and sweet,
Leave your boyfriend at home and the drinks are on me next week.
He seems like a real good guy,
and you’re only as good as your last goodbye.
Alex, let your long hair down,
Like the prettiest brush you could ever use to paint this town
‘Cause you know as well as I do
That you’re only as good as your last goodbye
What will we do, where will we go?
Alexandra, I don’t really know.
When will it end?
Whenever you want it to.
Alex, to your health,
May you never grow out of the need to outdo yourself.
And heed not the jealous cries of the sitting ducks sucked to the last goodbye
Skyward they flew, ‘til it was as far
to the street as it was to the stars
And the stardust is peanut shells on the parlor floor
What have we done, where have we gone?
Nothing above and beyond.
When will it end?
Alexandra, it’s already done.
I told you, honey, short and sweet,
It’s a downsided battle, though long and bitter, don’t you think
Keep your feet wet, and your eyes dry
‘Cause you’re only as good as your last goodbye
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Antifogmatic, Punch Brothers’ follow up to 2008’s Punch, is supposed to come out in early June. Several of songs from the album are already on YouTube. I’ll have most of them memorized by then, most likely.
