no one likes a hermit
who hates all his friends
no one likes an alcoholic
frustrated dead end
no one likes the bitter
that they taste in me
no one likes the pale
that colors my apathy
no one likes that i
can't have fun without a beer or six
no one likes the introvert
without party tricks
no one likes the whiny
suburbanite fuck-face
who has born way
ahead of the race
no one likes a shitty musician
bob dylan copy-cat
or an edgy hipster
whose music sounds like crap
no one likes the hack poet
all empty imagery
glass eyed words and
try hard faggotry
you spend all your days wasting and wasted
waiting in want, in serious serious want
the weight of apathy nails you to bedsheets of filth
and the only view you afford is the past your window sill
and the gray-dark ceiling
can't lift up your head
though you might if you tried
couldn't dare jump
though the ground is soft
couldn't touch her
couldn't be with them
but you could, you could
if you'd just lift your head
if you really wanted to you could
but you tell yourself that don't want to
i think you should stop complaining
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022