ABOUT NEEDLE AND THREAD:
When I look out, I see our current polarized socio/political/cultural environment as one continuous, tattered and crusty piece of fabric - and here I am with my needle and thread, not so sure how or even if I want to weave myself into it all. The words "needle" and "thread" never come up in this song. Our SEO guy is pretty upset about this.* But make no mistake, this is a song about weaving, plain and simple. Maybe you've struggled with the temptation to disengage, but have come to find that disengaging doesn't actually free you from the fabric, it just relegates you to some threadbare and irrelevant section - still getting strung along, but serving no real purpose and keeping nobody warm. And this is when you might say to yourself: get up, get up...
*Just kidding, we don't have an SEO guy.
-Tim Perry
To me, this song Is about trying to navigate the super-saturated media soup of hyperbole and despair that we have been in recently. It sometimes feels like you're watching a train wreck happen in slow motion, powerless to stop it. Then you begin to realize your own reaction to the train wreck is being managed and exploited...it's just another product you are being sold, even though there real-world consequences. Who do you take seriously? We've got to find a way to navigate all that while maintaining some semblance of mental health - you can't start drinking at lunch every day. So this is our attempt to channel all that into a fun 3-minute pop song, thereby solving all the worlds problems and totally fucking saving the day for all humanity.
In the production and arrangement, we just tried to keep it bouncy and lighthearted. Like you were having a really serious conversation while playing volleyball at the beach. If you think too hard, you miss the ball.
-Rob Oberdorfer
LYRICS:
Could be the news I see
Making a mess of me
Maybe I’m wrong
Can’t help but wonder, though
If I should have been aware of this all along
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, Enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?
Or am I just day drinking way too much
Not making sense enough, stuck in my head?
Caught in the echo chamber
Safe in the choir with the rest
Of my friends?
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, Enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?
Talking to who, are they talking? I can’t tell at all
Watching the paint as it peels from the cracks of my wall
But ooh, keep pushing me up
Ain’t it so strange, it all changes
This world keeps pushing me up
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Get up, get up, I know you’re just fucking around
Enough, Enough, it’s all an act, isn’t it?