“Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way…”
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way…”
Terry’s favorite song is the darkest on the record. Regret
and loss through a heavy drug haze. “Would?” resonated because Terry was the
kind of teenager who hid his bruises under his dad’s old flannels. The kid who
got drunk with friends and high alone, and “Would?” has a basement feel: lights
out, candles lit, and dust swirling in the last bits of sun. Terry grew up
thinking he could channel the anger and bitterness into something artistic,
that he could overcome his feelings of isolation by becoming larger than life.
He didn’t; he became his dad.
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