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Here Comes the Curve

from The Summer We All Bought Guns by Kevin Dixon

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Dammit! I was gonna do a few final fixes on this one. It was gonna be the last thing I did. Planned on getting back to it after I finished typing all these damn lyrics. (A step I usually skip, partially out of laziness, mostly out of embarrassment, with a touch of nobody is even gonna listen to this let alone read the words. But I felt the lyrics were a huge part of this project, and when you’re sorta doing a concept album, it helps the concept if you don’t think I said “balloon” when I meant “maroon.”) So I’m typing out the last couple songs. Been typing all day. Just a few more songs, fix those annoying vocals on “Curve” and I’m done. I’ll beat my self imposed Election Day deadline by a whole weekend. Perfect. People will have the chance to hear this while they are still in the height of fear, anxiety, and depression the way it’s meant to be listened to. I’m maybe 50 yards from the finish line of a grueling marathon and I shit you not, my computer dies. Yep. Cut off while I was typing, thought the power might’ve blinked. Started up again, worked for a minute, died again and now it just won’t turn back on. I couldn’t believe it. Can you add injury to the insult that you already added to a preexisting injury? Really God? Is this cuz I called you out for killing Eddie Van Halen? But I’m kinda used to it at this point. After having to guess like 4 of my own passwords that I never wrote down (Thank god I have a system. Shhh!) I figured out how to at least finish the typing on my phone. Not a trained typist anyway, I thought progress would be even slower on the phone, but if you keep an eye on the auto fill choices you can plow through chunks pretty quickly. It’s funny when the machine gets in rhythm and correctly predicts a couple words and then gets it so far off on the final beat. “Baby I love you so much ice cream.” I think it might be fun to try writing a song using as many of the autocorrect choices as you can. Just string em together and see where it goes. Probably either a #1 hit, OR the robots figure out you’re on to them and either sue you or just make you disappear. Probably both. In any case, I don’t know how to get any of this music off the iPad and onto the phone and then on the internet. Sure it’s possible, but I’ll never figure it out before Election Day. So the annoying jumps in the vocal levels of “Here comes the curve” will have to stand as is. That’s why it sounds the way it does. As the 4th song on the record it deserves better but fuck it.

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Hey have you heard the news? Cuz we got ya covered. It’s all come true, but we couldn’t be bothered. She got the bug. He caught it too yeah. She caught the crud. He got it too yeah, along with everyone else. Here comes the curve. Here comes the curveball. And wouldn’t it be such a joy, if we could just ride it out here in the country. Who cares where you went? Who knows what you spend, but I’m fine with what I see here in front of me. Everybody wants a piece of everything else to try and make em feel a little bit better. Why don’t you cmon over soon and see me sometime, or maybe you should just send me a letter. Then the devil came up to our door, so we tried to sneak out of the window. Now he’s locked us out while he sits on our couch. I don’t remember who invited him in though. Get your back to the wall. Get your back to the wall cuz I swing for the fences. Pick up your glove. So much for this summer I’m striking you out. Here comes the curve. Here comes the curveball. I always thought that I would have a decent life. I thought I tried to be a reasonable man. But don’t you wake me in the morning throw my breakfast outside. Just try to be as nice as you can. And when it’s copacetic maybe we can fly away together far across the sea. I always thought that I would have you by my side but I let it get the better of me. And we couldn’t believe what we saw. All the angels were bagging our groceries. Here’s what you bet and now here’s what you get. Feel free to use whatever you find in the pantry.

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from The Summer We All Bought Guns, released November 1, 2020

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