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Published on Jul 7, 2013
I wrote this song in the spring and summer of 2013. Apologies to all who have been quoted saying something along the lines of "If I knew I'd live this long, I would have taken better care of myself" (Mickey Mantle, Eubie Blake, George Burns, Mark Twain, and others). I also made use of an explanation given by Edvard Munch concerning his most famous painting: "I was walking along the road with two friends -- the sun was setting -- suddenly the sky turned blood red -- I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence -- there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city -- my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety -- and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature."
VERSE 1: what have i swallowed what have i confessed an act that can't be followed a fact i can't digest i ate it all, drank it down, kept it up with the best
VERSE 1 (second part): the morning after got some coffee and some cream mixed it with some laughter like a madman in a mindless dream the sky turns red, nature wakes with a scream
CHORUS 1: if i knew i'd live this long i wouldn't have wasted all those years i might have found some younger friends with more interesting careers now everyone around me's dying everyone i knew before what's the point of even trying anymore
VERSE 2: i've been alone now i've settled in this groove i can't stay in my home now but i can't say where i'd move there's nothing left, nothing right, and nothing to prove
CHORUS 2: if i knew i'd live this long i would have taken better care i would have got more exercise put some color in my hair if my life's not satisfying if i'm lying at death's door what's the point of even trying anymore
BRIDGE: if i were to think this through there's still no way to write an ending and if i act as if i knew exactly what i was intending to do
VERSE 3: i'd be misleading if i claimed there's a design based upon my reading i'm not doing all that fine just getting up, getting by, waiting here for a sign
CHORUS 3: if i knew i'd live this long there would be so much more to show i would have done the things i dreamed of doing long ago my regrets are multiplying i'm becoming such a bore what's the point of even trying anymore what's the point of even trying anymore