God replies with all due respect
“Your prayers are drawin’ flies
no one to resurrect”
When that ugly fear crawls right through your mirror
The answer is… there’s no answer
Out on a limb so slim
The birches just slice your skin
Robert Frost is a demon
You’re cryin’ for one call home
Cheatin’ hearts on a Dictaphone
Pinch yourself, you’re not dreamin’
When your eyes roll back
Your fingernails turn black
The answer is… there’s no answer
The answer is… there’s no answer
Icy fingertips shred your wings
Suicide leaves the sweetest sting
And everyone loves a Payday
Fallen angels fire at will
Pundits and liars stir the swill
Regime change and a six-pack every friday
You’re tellin’ me nothing makes sense
Well son from my experience
There’s no remorse and no answers
R. M. Goetz - vocals, acoustic & electric guitars,
enossified guitar, bass, bongos
God's Reply
In early 2003, I was reading Rob's copy of Shakey, Neil Young's biography, when the muse struck shortly after I finished the chapter about the recording of On The Beach and in particular the description of the “honey slides”; potent weed boiled down to gunk and laced with honey. How I got from that to “God's Reply” is anybody's guess, but I swear I put the book down and started writing. I was particularly unnerved by the tragic death of Sen. Paul Wellstone (plane crash) earlier that fall (“icy fingertips shred your wings”) and that coupled with being drug-free and anxious contributed to this huge sense of dread that I was feeling about everything. I'm just a well-adjusted white boy from Whitehall, Folks (truly).