A Better Class of Reason to Cry
GENRE/STYLE 1980s British Indie Rock, Jangle Pop, Post-Punk, Sophisti-pop, melancholic yet upbeat, cynical, nostalgic. VOCAL Male baritone, expressive crooning, dramatic delivery, witty and ironic tone, slight vibrato, British accent, yearning and mournful. INSTRUMENTAL Bright arpeggiated electric guitars, heavy use of chorus and delay effects, melodic and driving bassline, crisp snare-heavy drumming, clean Rickenbacker-style guitar tones. PRODUCTION Mid-80s studio production, airy reverb, high-fidelity, polished, balanced mix where the bass and guitar intertwine.
A Better Class of Reason to Cry
GENRE/STYLE 1980s British Indie Rock, Jangle Pop, Post-Punk, Sophisti-pop, melancholic yet upbeat, cynical, nostalgic. VOCAL Male baritone, expressive crooning, dramatic delivery, witty and ironic tone, slight vibrato, British accent, yearning and mournful. INSTRUMENTAL Bright arpeggiated electric guitars, heavy use of chorus and delay effects, melodic and driving bassline, crisp snare-heavy drumming, clean Rickenbacker-style guitar tones. PRODUCTION Mid-80s studio production, airy reverb, high-fidelity, polished, balanced mix where the bass and guitar intertwine.
Lyrics
I wore my finest heavy coat to the bakery
To buy a loaf I didn't even want
The baker looked right through my soul’s anatomy
And found a space particularly gaunt
I checked my watch, it’s stalled at half-past ten
The perfect time to never start again
Oh, why do the pigeons look so very proud?
While I’m just a smudge against a charcoal cloud
I’ve spent my last few shillings on a silk cravat
Just to have a better class of reason to cry about...
Oh, heaven knows I’m used to that
An invitation arrived with a festive stamp
To a gathering in a garden, cold and damp
I’d have to speak to people I’ve spent years avoiding
The very thought is physically destroying
I’ll stay at home and study the wallpaper’s peel
It understands exactly how I feel
I stepped in a puddle and ruined my shoes
But it’s hardly the headline in the evening news
Is it a crime to be this dissatisfied?
When I’ve tried so hard... well, I’ve almost tried
Oh, why do the pigeons look so very proud?
While I’m just a smudge against a charcoal cloud
I’ve spent my last few shillings on a silk cravat
Just to have a better class of reason to cry about...
Oh, heaven knows I’m used to that
I’m used to that...
So terribly used to that...