The Worst Day To Feel This Way [A Very Soundry Christmas]
High fidelity crisp production spotlights an avant garde blend: indietronica synth layers and distant bells with sharp, syncopated Christmas percussion open. Angular post punk guitars and glitched electronics drive into art rock verses, while choruses erupt with 6-part choir and textured male vocals. The arrangement fluidly alternates between hushed, airy sections and vibrant, festive climaxes.
The Worst Day To Feel This Way [A Very Soundry Christmas]
High fidelity crisp production spotlights an avant garde blend: indietronica synth layers and distant bells with sharp, syncopated Christmas percussion open. Angular post punk guitars and glitched electronics drive into art rock verses, while choruses erupt with 6-part choir and textured male vocals. The arrangement fluidly alternates between hushed, airy sections and vibrant, festive climaxes.
Lyrics
And here it is,
The time for jolly cheers,
Even if you've lost the ones who care,
Just swallow it all, we don't need that here
Don't wanna be in the way, now?
Don't wanna rain on the parade now?
Force that smile and think back on better times,
I'm sure that's easy, I'm sure that's fine, I-
Know every bell makes you fall to the ground,
All, the, shopping malls barfing out the same sounds,
Might remind ya of, the people who all died,
So I'm sure it's all easy to suck it up in stride, (yeah)
And I get countless questions any time I say, (oh)
I hate the date, the sleighs, the fakes, and how, (see)
I'm forced every year, to hide the way I feel,
Oh hey oh hey oh hey I'm okay,
shit, doesn't matter what I say,
Since this is the worst day
To feel this way.
anyway-
The hollow platitudes
forced down your throat,
Open your mouth so wide,
stuff it down till you bloat,
Repetition, repetition,
Just a tiring tradition,
feelin' like I'm not in sync,
And that I need your permission,
To feel blue, it's true,
But it's just my opinion, not tryin' to force it on you..
And still, I feel, like a bother,
When I even hint at how smothering, it is,
To be told to be cheery,
When all I am is weary, I..
Just need some time,
To be alone with my mind,
And I get countless questions any time I say, (oh)
I hate the date, the sleighs, the fakes, and how, (see)
I'm forced every year, to hide the way I feel,
(Oh yay I'm okay, Oh hey I'm okay,)
shit, doesn't matter what I say,
Since this is the worst day
To feel this way.
anyway-
Least favorite day of the year,
Bad stuff always seem
to happen round here, during this time,
Where everyone sees snow all I see is grime,
But hey, glad you're happy,
Just don't be toxic and we're good,
spreadin' joy like a disease,
won't help my mood,
You do you,
And I'll do me,
Enjoy the celebration,
Just let me grieve.
And I get countless questions any time I say, (oh)
I hate the date, the sleighs, the fakes, and how, (see)
I'm forced every year, to hide the way I feel,
(Oh yay I'm okay, Oh hey I'm okay,)
shit, doesn't matter what I say,
Since this is the worst day
To feel this way.
anyway-
And I get countless questions any time I say!!!
I hate the date, the sleighs, the fakes, and how-
I'm forced every year, to hide the way I feel!
(Oh yay I'm okay, Yeah hey I'm okay,)
shit, doesn't matter what I say,
Since this is the worst day
To feel this way.
anyway