Nonfiction is off Amorica, which is another great album. Before reading the description on Crowesbase, I wouldn't have said this song was about paranoia. To me, it's more like love. And how appropriate that it's called Nonfiction, in that instance. It's like real love...but the part that always gives me pause is "And if we had a child I'd like a son, not a daughter." How curious that Chris did have a son...even if this song was long before Kate, I always just think about that lyric. But again, this song embodies love to me...the oft kind of love tbc sings about, it's real and it's not perfect. And maybe real love does involve a moment of paranoia before you can ever let yourself really go, and accept it...but that's never easy. TBC captures that, again.
I don't know my telephone number
But you kiss good and I'd like to
See you tomorrow
And I don't beg, I pay, I don't barter
And if we had a child I'd like a son,
Not a daughter
'Cause she'd be just like you
You know that would not do
I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
I sing some songs, have a friend
Who's a photographer
There ain't no other language
I know how to speak
Some like their water shallow
And I like mine deep
Tied to the bottom
With a noose around my feet
The clouds conspire
Above my head
I overheard them
Say I wish he was dead
Today the sunset
Burned my eyes
And in the next room I hear someone cry
I like to dress up like the jury
To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy
To talk like dirt
To love you like tar
But never fall in too fast
With my north star
While you pull your hair out
I buy the drinks at the bar
The clouds conspire
Above my head
I overheard them
Say I wish he was dead
Today the sunset
Burned my eyes
And in the next room I hear someone cry
hear an amazing studio version from the npr session!
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