I’ll regret things I said posthumously

In your debt, never chastened interest-free

There’s a price to pay for all our similes and praise

Never recognized ‘till we’ve gone…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

R. M. Goetz - vocals, quiescent guitars

 

 

 

 

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Faux Pas

One weekend around the time we recorded “Whiskey Run”, I was sitting around waiting for Jen, playing this little figure in F and C (first position chords) when this song popped up. My primary lyrical ambition in “Faux Pas” was to use the words “posthumously” and “similes” in the same song. Consequently, the lyrics are meaningless (not even deconstructable). This was gonna be the last track on "Ikons” and hopefully conveys the sensation of watching a physical manifestation of indispensable psychic value slowly fade away.