Chicagoans get through every winter – but sometimes it seems bleak. So I wrote a song about it on one of those bad days – or at least changed a popular Vampire Weekend song to make it fit. This is my first time with mixing, posting something more complex than a simple live take on youtube, and with attempting my own percussion … so I’m glad a new friend of mine, John Schieber, helped out on violin. You might know him from Matt Ryd & the Converse All-Stars, who you can check out here – they’ll be playing at Lincoln Hall this month!
Please enjoy! Also, you can download it here.
Lyrics:
It’s winter in Chicago, every day’s the same, it plays out like a montage, where every scene is lame
Dressing up in layers, long underwear ‘neath pants, it never seems to help much, Chicagoans don’t stand a chance
A long and dim-lit tunnel, a metaphor for few, it might describe the blue line, it might explain the mood,
A seasonal depression, we’re stuck inside a trance, and though we saw it coming, Chicagoans don’t stand a chance.
They put signs on the sidewalks to warn of falling ice, they claim the sky is falling, but lack to give advice.
It only seems litigious, a callous legal stance, with skyscrapers attacking, Chicagoans don’t stand a chance.
We can’t remember springtime, with music in the park. and children in crown fountain, and fireworks at dark.
The Cubbies and the White Sox never did advance, the summer boys in hiding, Chicagoans don’t stand a chance
