3:12
Realism, 2010
Written by Stephin Merritt
O listen!
The first track from the Fields' synth-free, largely acoustic "folk album" showcases the typical arch, dry, mordant wit Merritt employs so well. His lyrical ancestor Cole Porter and epigram professor Oscar Wilde would be proud. This song is a kiss-off. "You can't go 'round just saying stuff / Because it's pretty / And I no longer drink enough / To think you're witty." That's cold, Stephin! As with a lot of his songs, he really hammers the chorus home, but his verses are so sly that I can forgive the repetition.
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