Considering the week’s turn of events, these lyrics, which I love, seem radically inappropriate but when I think of myself and those like me whose natural tendency is to doubt hope (in truth a kind of insulation against disappointment, an emotion that, of late, I’ve had my fill), I think we can use a song like this to remind us that we are as ridiculous (if not more so) as those whom we disparage for displaying an emotion that we are too often too afraid to allow in ourselves.
This song – the entire album – is done in a pseudo traditional, light, soft, tight, white-guy, lounge-jazz style, which makes it all the more funny and interesting. Not for everyone but worth a listen – wish I could post more than the lyrics:
Let’s Get Cynical
Steve Beresford – Signals For Tea
Sitting here happy and talky
With a sense of the start of the cynical
You want to put down somebody
And I’m here to make sure it’s clinical
Let’s strike while the iron is hot
I’m burning to be better for it
There’s so much that we can destroy
Who cares if we can’t then restore it?
Let’s get cynical
Why fight the feeling?
Breathe deep the intoxicant air
Together we’ll push back the ceiling
We’ll go where the others don’t dare
(I don’t care)
It’s like living with ants in your anus
It’s like refusing to swallow your phlegm
Tonight we’ll let nothing restrain us
Let’s feel free to do unto them
Let’s strike while the iron is hot
I’m burning to be better for it
There’s so much that we can destroy
Who cares if we can’t then restore it?
Let’s get cynical
Why fight the feeling?
Breathe deep the intoxicant air
Together we’ll push back the ceiling
We’ll go where the others don’t dare
(I don’t care)
It’s like popping of pimples in fingers
A sensation too sweet to avoid
But it changes the length that it lingers
Leaves you sorry for what you enjoyed
(paranoid)
Let’s strike while the iron is hot
I’m burning to be better for it
There’s so much that we can destroy
Who cares if we can’t then restore it?
Let’s get cynical
Why fight the feeling?
Breathe deep the intoxicant air
Together we’ll push back the ceiling
We’ll go where the others don’t dare
(I don’t care)
-lyrics: Andrew Brenner
