Frontman from Cicada by Caro Granner

His head wags like a tail
Like a dog whose human brings the mail
You know, they do that when they're overwhelmed
Or when they're happy
There's no way to tell

But he is closing his eyes
Almost all of the time
It's not a song that I particularly like
It's the singing
Almost killed him
And the thing is
It's keeping him alive
And that I wouldn't mind

He sings just like a child
Whose mother lost him in the aisles
They said he had his generation's cough
He's got a perfect record
And he never gets the weekend off

So he is hiding his face
Like his sweater is his hiding place
It's not enough to stare off into space
So he is moving something human
Til the music puts him in his place
It is laughing in his face
It is laughing in his face
Mm-hm
It's laughing in his face
It's laughing in his face

• Folk
• bedroom recordings
• indie folk
• sad songs
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago