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I’m probably most accurately classified as an atheist-leaning agnostic who practices something like a secular prayer practice almost every day, some form of centering prostration in the face of immovable reality over which I have basically no control. I heard someone describe ending her prayers with, “I love you, I’m sorry, please help me, thank you,” and that basically covers everything, and I’ve said it ever since, sometimes hundreds of times a day. I wrote this song over the summer and it was the first song I performed onstage the night of the election, right around the time it became clear Trump was going to win. I know in action we need something harder and more activated than prayer, but this felt appropriate, then and now.
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lyrics
I love you, i’m sorry, please help me, thanks some bumper sticker wisdom while you’re walking the plank i love you, i’m sorry, please help me, thanks the illusion of protection in the face of the tank
you were a student you were a soldier you were a symbol they made you a martyr
i love you, i’m sorry, please help me, thank you when the nationalist demagogues eat the desperate & confused i love you, i’m sorry, please help me, thank you when we’re so far past civility it feels useless to argue
but love isn’t passive a trick or a tactic it’s radical action so go, let ‘em have it
when I opened my perspective from my fear of the world to the daughter I was trying to raise, with the total sum of everything asleep in my lap, it was clear i was the one in my way
you said, “life is sweet, but my brain’s got teeth.”
i love you, i’m sorry, please help me, thank you you said, “acceptance & forgiveness” I said, “nobody asked you” i love you, i’m sorry, please help me i have to drop it some time, but i hate that i have to
oh, but it changed me -
oh, how it saved me,
shaped & remade me -
oh, what it gave me!:
I was burned out on obsessing at the end of the world and the daughter I was helping to raise." with the total sum of everything awake in my lap i could hear what you were trying to say:
you said, “life is sweet,
but my brain’s got teeth.”
you said, “life is sweet,
but my brain’s got teeth.”
life is sweet,
if i let it be.
I love you, I’m sorry, please help me, thanks, etc.
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from
A Song A Day Subscription,
track released January 17, 2017
Written, recorded, mixed, mastered by Kevin Devine
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, January 2017
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