Pedestrian At Best - Courtney Barnett
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Clip by Charlie Ford @ OTTO: http://hellootto.com.au/
Filmed on location at Funfields: http://www.funfields.com.au/

PEDESTRIAN AT BEST was written by Courtney Barnett

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Lyrics


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.