NEW SONG: "Bad Friend"
We are releasing a demo version of one of our new songs, "Bad Friend," available for streaming EXCLUSIVELY on this Kickstarter page!
From Dan: I showed up at our album-arranging retreat last year with a notebook full of songs, and this was the one that scared me the most, because it was so raw. I wasn't sure that the band would understand why a song this intense would be a Cheese On Bread song, since most of our music is so silly. I don't even know if I understood. But I knew that this song was ours, and I knew we had to make it together.
I acted like a petulant baby during the process. One morning I went around to everyone's lyric sheets and crossed out all the chords Matt wrote, replacing them with my own (significantly worse) ideas. (Luckily, Matt changed them back.) But by the time the band started writing the music for the bridge (which I hadn't written lyrics for yet), I knew that they understood the core of the song, and that I should let go, and trust them, and allow myself to experience the intimacy of my musical relationship with these four amazing people.
After all, this is a song about a friendship gone sour. And the thing I needed most in the world was the support of great friends. I'm unspeakably lucky that that is exactly what I received.
This collaboration means so much to me, and I feel so driven to complete this album. Please help us make it all possible!
by Cheese On Bread
It was wrong to write that but his writing is so boring
Too stupid to incite the symphony you're scoring
You're too old for shit that small
But you're much too young to abandon it all
Meanwhile I'm screaming all the time:
"YOU'RE PERFECT. YOU'RE FINE."
You know I bit my tongue when you've been petulant and galling
And I was there to lift you up whenever you were falling
It's been appalling
Now you say that no one loves you
I'm like, "What about me?"
You're like, "What? 'Me' who?"
Well it's the me who's been here all the time
I'm missing the good parts of a bad friend
And I fear they're gone for good.
It went from a good start to a bad end
And I wish he would
Come home, come home to the way I know he can be
I wish he'd come home, come home to me
We'd sing everything we'd write before I was your mother
Two hot young dykes at night, we'd listen to each other
Now you don't hear anything
And I don't hear feelings when you sing
Just slick, flat i-Phone melodies
You'd rather be right than be happy
With my love
Show me you understand the things I try to tell you
Don't throw up all that guarded trauma that befell you
Cause I can smell you
RT if you use feminist dogmas
To avoid accountability in lesbian processing
REPLY if you prefer friendship to fame
FAV if #same