This was a rush-job to beat the Songfight deadline. Between flying back from Calgary and toasting the New Year, I had about 4 hours to write and record. Hence the recycled train beat, and hurried bass-heavy mix. I like the song, though it could stand some crunchier guitar and a better drum track.
At one point in the carousing, Chad commented on my disregard for my liver’s feelings. “If you’re not careful,” he said, “your liver’ll bail on you. You’ll come home and find it sitting on your coffee table, waiting to scold you.” That was such a vivid image: nonsensical, but hilarious (at the time), and it’s stuck with me since.
The Songfight title, “Run Faster”, sums up what my poor disregarded liver had to do that week. The song, in turn, is a lament, addressed to me, signed: my liver.
No, but I run faster anyway
Despite the warning signs
No one ever cries, no one ever cries
The last two weekends have been the hardest I recall
1 or 2 more like that, and you’ll find me on your coffee table
No one ever cries for me now
No, but I run faster anyway
Despite the warning signs
No one ever cries, no one ever cries
Don’t be surprised to find me waiting by the door
When you get in we’ll sit down, and have a little chat
Well I might be in you now, but in 10 years that could change
If you keep on treating me like the water