Downer from Downer by Bet Smith
With regrets for being such a downer, I return to imagining a bleak, not-too-far-off future in which the city has become nearly unlivable. This song is a tiny window into one couple's life in a fourteenth-floor apartment.
Tracklist
| 8. | Downer | 3:14 |
Lyrics
You know I hate to be a downer babe
But picture this
Years in the future
The whole world is a mess
We’re still stuck in the city
Empty coffee machine
While you’re still lookin’ pretty babe
You treat me so mean
You know I hate to be a downer babe
But this just won’t do
These clothes ain’t for workin’
Nor am I, Nor are you
Gotta get out to the country
Put a spade in the ground
Say goodbye to this high rise
City lights, city sounds
You know I hate to be a downer babe
But let’s face the facts
We’re living on the fourteenth floor
Of an artefact
Couldn’t raise a chicken
Or grow a vine
Gotta get out of the city before
The city runs out of time
Credits
Bet Smith: Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Recorded and mixed by Rob Currie
Mastered by João Carvalho
Written by Bet Smith (Ashlea-Elizabeth Smith, SOCAN)
© Bet Smith (Ashlea-Elizabeth Smith) Pine Lake Records
License
All rights reserved.
Bet Smith is a songwriter, builder, blacksmith and multi-disciplinary artist living in Muskoka, Ontario. Bet draws from a vast and diverse personal history to craft songs that resonate with listeners from many walks of life.
Inspired by her rural surroundings, Bet focuses on narrative folk and alt-country songs.