I will fuck this up, I fucking know it
…after all the good things that have happened so far in April, it’s inevitable. It’s the Irish Catholic Theory of Balance. I’ll explain it sometime.
Anyhow, that lyric is taken from the Menzingers’ newest, ‘On The Impossible Past,’ and it is an extraordinary record. Easily best LP of the year, so far (after SFH, natch). Stand-out tune of the moment, The Obituaries:
‘Cuz I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery.
Maybe I’m not dying, I’m just living in decaying cities,
But I’m still healthy, I’m still fine,
I’ll be spending all my time readin’ the obituaries.
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
‘Cause I was the shadow of the wax wing, slain.
I felt the false azure from windowpanes.
I am just freaking out. Yeah, I’ll be fine.
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.

