Pedestrian At Best by Courtney Barnett

published on 2015-01-29T02:44:50Z

Taken from the LP: "Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Think" - Released on March 23rd Worldwide Australia: iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag 'link' UK/Europe/Rest of World: iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit Amazon: Standard LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitamzlp Rough Trade: Deluxe orange vinyl gatefold LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitrt Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag 'link' Recordstore: Standard LP and singed print http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitrs USA/Canada: iTunes: Pre-order full album and get instant download of Pedestrian At Best http://smarturl.it/sometimesisit Amazon: Standard LP and CD http://smarturl.it/sometimesisitamzlp Courtney's special pre-order: Deluxe orange LP/LP/CD with custom-made tote bag http://po.st/sometimesisitmp Listen: http://po.st/SpotifyCB Pedestrian At Best Available on 7" 16th March 2015 (pre-order link to Rough Trade) Follow: http://po.st/FacebookCB http://po.st/TwitterCB http://po.st/InstagramCB Clip by Charlie Ford @ http://www.charliefofo.com PEDESTRIAN AT BEST was written by Courtney Barnett I love you I hate you I’m on the fence it all depends whether I’m up I’m down I’m on the mend transcending all reality. I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through? I must confess I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success but I digress at least I’ve tried my very best I guess. This that the other why even bother, it won’t be with me on my death bed, but I’ll still be in your head. Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny. My internal monologue is saturated analogue, It’s scratched and drifting, I’ve become attached to the idea it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy, I’ve got no idea how I even got here. I’m resentful I’m having an existential time crisis, what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess. Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said? Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny. I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide, I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider. Erroneous. Harmonious. I’m hardly sanctimonious. Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves. I’m a fake, I’m a phoney, I’m awake, I’m alone, I’m homely, I’m a Scorpio. Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you. Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you. Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey. I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.