Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Ben and I like moments where music makes you feel simultaneously disgusted and also really happy and wanting to listen to it again. We’re not going to serve music on a platter that’s easy to take in. But we’re also not going to be making a drone record anytime soon, or experimental piano pieces. It’s not like we’re avant-garde musicians. We’re making pop music with a little different thinking