Maybe I should come clean – I lie. A lot. About little things, crap that doesn’t really matter. And some things that do.
What’s wrong with me? Not really sure, but there it is, so I wrote a song about it.
And then noticed that Yeah, it’s that time again. That time when I’ve got a lot of songs and need to roll them up and drop them – like a bad habit – in one package.
And as I looked over the songs that make up this new LP, they bear witness to it, that lie thing – I’ve never had a run-in with a lady in a Lexus. I’m not in a relationship with someone where we major in the minors. I’m not someone’s target. Etc.
I’ll cry artistic license, leave it at that. Maybe that’s all there is to it?
The track list for this collection of lies goes like:
Well Kept Lies
Your Fuse
I Heard A Party Song
Gotta Get Outta The House
Majoring in the Minors
Your Target
Lady in a Lexus