Resistor

Somebody already said
everything that I could say
there’s nothing here in my head
but a great mess of cliches

I tried to write you a song
to show you what’s inside my heart
but it came out awkward and wrong
a cheap imitation of art

I sound like the town where I live
my feelings aren’t really my own
I’m trying to learn to forgive
by spending my evenings alone

and I am the bed where I slept
and I am the girls that I kissed
and I am the secrets I kept
and I am the scars on my wrist

and I am everyone I know
and I’m not anyone at all

Everything that I could write
somebody already wrote
and each time I think I’m alright
I realize I’m barely afloat

Resistor

vs.

The Magnetic Fields

Celebrating a year of Resistor!

I’m
the most interesting guy
I’ve ever met and why
I ever go outside
is a mystery to me

oh cause you’re
a dull and dreary bore
being near you is a chore
and I can’t stand it anymore
so leave me be

cause I’m a narcissist
said my therapist
I see my reflection and I can’t resist
I’m a narcissist
not an arsonist
and I’m so happy that I exist

They’re
a ghastly-looking pair
her massive derriere
his thinning greasy hair
it’s hard to see why they don’t try

try to be
a little more like me
such a lovely sight to see
that I ought to charge a fee
of passers by

cause I’m a narcissist
said my therapist
I see my reflection and I can’t resist
I’m a narcissist
trying to subsist
and you’re so lucky that I exist

and it isn’t easy to find time to love somebody else
cause I’m always busy with loving myself

cause I’m a narcissist
said my therapist
I see my reflection and I can’t resist
I’m a narcissist
smoking cannabis
and you’re so lucky that I exist

(narcissist, therapist, arsonist, cannabis
narcissist, catalyst, masochist, ham and swiss)

I can’t be the only one
who never ever gets things done
cause all I wanna do is strum my ukulele

And I’m not having any fun
circling around the sun
so all I wanna do is strum my ukulele

I’ve blacked out all the windows
I’ve padlocked all the doors
but I’ve got chords and melody
and I need nothing more

Back when I was young
with my best days still to come
all I ever did was strum my ukulele

And there are races to be run
and battles to be won
but all I wanna do is strum my ukulele

I’ve cleaned out all the cupboards
I’ve swept off all the floors
but I’ve got song and poetry
and I need nothing more

I feel like I’m the only one
who never ever gets things done
cause all I wanna do is strum my ukulele

In my dreams I write the song
that makes you realize you were wrong
you’ll understand as soon as you’ve heard
my catchy tune and clever words

you’ll tell me you’re so sorry
you’ll say “you win, I lose”
you’ll ask me to take you back
and I’ll refuse

Every place that you go, you’ll hear my voice
my song will be such a hit, you won’t have a choice
at the market or the laundromat
taking out the garbage, feeding your cat

you’ll claim you never meant it
you’ll say it was just a ruse
you’ll ask me for forgiveness
and I’ll refuse

I know you’ll never hear my tune
I may as well sing to the moon
no one wants my doom and gloom
them’s the breaks
you’re probably some rich guy’s wife
and you don’t care if I’m alive
you’ll never have to recognize
your mistakes

you’ll confess that since you left me
you’ve been sick with the blues
you’ll beg me to reconsider
and I’ll refuse
you’ll say you changed your decision
like you’re the one who gets to choose
you’ll beg me for one more chance
and I’ll refuse