So Desperate[1]
Lyrics
We were parked in your car
In our neutral meeting place
The Episcopalian[2] churchyard
Ahaha
I had things I'd been meaning to say
But in the dazzling winter sun that late
I could feel them melt away
And through the warm radio static
I couldn't hear my stage directions
And the fog on the windshield
Obscured our sad reflections
Ahhaha
I felt so desperate in your arms
I felt so desperate in your arms
We were parked near some trees
And the moonlight soaked the branched
In ever deepening degrees
Had my hand in your hair
Trying to keep my cool
Til it became to much to bear
When we cracked the windows open
Well the air was just so sweet
We could hear the cars ten feet away
Out there on the street
I felt so desperate in your arms
I felt so desperate in your arms
I felt so desperate in your arms
Banter
- I feel like introducing this song is for the people in denial, right. Like you know the story, but you can probably just glide by until there’s a story that doesn’t have anything to do with me; the affair that I’m having really is nowhere near that. We don’t park in those particular sorts of places. And it’s warmer where we are, so the windows are usually down. That’s another major difference between my situation and these characters who I can’t really relate to in this otherwise perfectly functional song. But it’s really not about me and my affair that I’ve been having for a year or two or four that I’m fairly certain nobody knows about but everybody actually does. All the people that you think you’re fooling, you’re not fooling. That’s kind of the awesome tension, is the delusion of the person who thinks he’s fooling everybody and the absolute awareness of all those people in there and their refusal to call that person out just to keep the tension going. We are a cruel and sadistic race. (2012-06-22)
Live Performances
Footnotes
1. "A love song about people who're involved with each other when they probably shouldn't be[.] And about how the head and shame of the whole situation is like a snake eating its own tail, except the tail grows faster than he can eat it. Odds are that somebody reading this knows exactly what I mean and feels a little uncomfortable reading about it: 2 – 1[.]" — Heretic Pride press kit ↩
2. Episcopalianism is a branch of American Protestantism derived from the Anglican Church after the American Revolution. (Annotated TMG)↩