I Don't Believe Them

by Aaron McNally

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released August 28, 2015

Produced by Will Boelts
Written and Performed by Aaron McNally

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Track Name: Never Could Learn
I had a vision of you sitting at my Dad's
Back deck, summertime, Blue Moon in your hands
But it'll probably never happen, far as I can tell
For despite my best intentions, I just could seem to treat you well

I think I only met your mother just that once
The time we moved your shit to your new apartment
I think she almost liked me, but I can't really tell
What kind of woman'd love a bastard who was never gonna treat her daughter well?

Your best friend was suspicious, She's known you for years
and the whole half-dozen guys who to you have drawn near
I was a recent divorcee and that's a real tough sell
to a woman who just wants to know that her best friend's gonna be treated well

And the whole thing boiled down to a single thrift store date
A bunch of musty dresses and records in plastic crates
I think I tried to kiss you as I used to do before the storm had swelled
I could never be your friend and I was never gonna learn how to treat you well
Track Name: Ça C'est L'Amour
Just when you thought you'd abandoned that life, you see her photograph
And the memories all come to light like a song on the phonograph
the days decay like debris along the river bank
but your memory of her holds as stern as a rusting tank
Your friends all say "Ça C'est L'Amour"
I don't believe them anymore

Every time that you shouted her name served as testament
to the fact that your obstinate rage had rent you impotent
to expressions of love and desire and to tenderness
you became what you feared as you lapsed into wilderness
Your friends all say "Ça C'est L'Amour"
I don't believe them anymore

Her picture lives in the papers your closet keeps
A spark to trigger your darkness to nearly speak

Now your walls are alive with the light coming from within
An illumined expression of what was once called sacrament
you've ordained all the priests in your mind to carry out rituals
as the body, the blood, and the wine held you miserable
Your friends all say "Ça C'est L'Amour"
I don't believe them anymore
Track Name: Demolition Costs
I might think that true love leaves no traces
had I not seen the damage once it's gone
and the zoning men come along
and the invested parties all try to assess the demolition costs

Civic maps replete with empty spaces
streets themselves too full of vacant homes
as the zoning men come along
and the invested parties all try to assess the demolition costs

Should we tear this one down, or build it back now?
Should we tear this wall down, or build it back up now?

And the zoning men come along,
and the invested parties all try to assess the demolition costs.