Still enjoying my latest music purchase – William Fitzsimmons at the concert last week. Here are my favourite pieces of “inappropriate lyrical self-disclosure” from Goodnight. It’s an album “about families and what happens when they fall apart” (to quote the CD jacket).

• everyday’s another chance to bury my regret
  everyday’s another chance to make it but i can’t
  but i can’t

• now we’re stuck in this together
  and i don’t think i can run
  from the ties that you have started
  from the sins that we’ve become

• did you think about my mother
  when you shared the same bed cover
  did you wonder if it changed her
  when your sons became your strangers

• my mother warned me of people that would take advantage of my money and my grace
  but she forgot to tell me i’m the same
  and i’m the one to blame

• she is like a cigarette inside an ashtray
  nothing but a fire sets her free
  filling up my lungs until my body needs her
  holding on so i can never breathe

• that dress you wore is faded to the ivory that remains
  the frame of wedding pictures looks ten years out of date
  the toaster’s been replaced since we even thanked them for the thought
  the last time that we kissed, i saw you checking out the clock

Thankfully, the final song on the album is simplistic and hopeful:

• i still love you after all
  i still want you after all
  will you keep me after all
  please don’t leave me after all
  for better or worse after all
  sickness and health after all
  till death do us part after all
  i still love you after all