#the fleecing

New album of Bazan songs recorded with the Passenger String Quartet. Check it out.

I appreciate these lyrics

I could tell you why I doubt it and why I still believe.

Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? For every stupid struggle? I don't know I could buy you a drink I could tell you all about it I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe But I can't say it like I sing it And I can't sing it like I think it And I can't think it like I feel it And I don't feel a thing Oh no - I don't feel a thing And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? For every stupid struggle? I don't know I could buy you a drink I could tell you all about it I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe it And why I need it And what the pharisees don't see And we'd have more drinks We'd speak of so many things But I don't know you, and you don't know me.

But I can't say it like I sing it. And I can't sing it like I think it. And I can't think it like I feel it. And I don't feel a thing. Oh no - I don't feel a thing.