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Scott's note: Ben Carroll, a fantastic artist and lyricist, sent me this set of lyrics. As one would expect from Ben, they're sharp, self-deprecating, and funny. My too-fast interpretation tries to capture that spirit.
Thanks Ben! This was a blast.
Ben's note: this was the first time i've written more than a line or two without a melody... i usually write by singing the song over and over to myself.
i gave Scott the lyrics with absolutely no idea how the song would/should/could sound. i love what he's come up with! no other song on my FAWM page will sound this energetic (or good
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Your friend explained it all to me
It’s a test like in those magazines
You ask me something innocent
And A or B, my choice reveals
I’m not the sort of man you think i should be
I’m not the sort of man you think i should be
I did what i shouldn’t, looked in your drawer
I found a letter from years before
in a man’s hand, something indiscrete
The words a clumsy semaphore
Saying what sort of girl he knew you to be
Saying what sort of girl he knew you to be
Should i forget, pretend i never read
What’s in the drawer right by your bed
Should i do something suitable
The right answer in a magazine test?
What sort of man do you want me to be?
What sort of man do you want me to be?