Story Behind The Song
I had a debate with an ultra-conservative bar owner about the relative merits of euthanizing homeless crack-addicts and mental ward rejects; and whether it was okay for squeegee kids and musicians to get paid for their work. I think I embarrassed her.
Song Description
An exploration of the hypocrisy of dogmatic conservatism.
| Song Length |
2:56 |
Genre |
Blues - Country, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Non 4/4 |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Poignant |
Subject |
Judgement, Equality |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Under The Weather
One day my strength won't protect me, And I might have to ask for some help
And with just what I look like to go on, I might have to ask more than once
And people talk
And I'll have to prove you can trust me again, as I live in a private hell
But while life is good, I know how to cure all the ills in this world
With discipline, and struggle and study, and progress and growth
And war on the others, and war on the neighbors
And war on the parents, and war on the children
And live in a fortress, with treasures I hide in my drawers
And accidents happen
So what do I hope you will find when I'm gone
Do I not really care for what memories live on
I had no control, or I had the wrong goal
Or I followed a fool, or I broke the wrong rule
Or I crossed the wrong crook, or I read the wrong book
Or I loved the wrong girl, you know the rest
So I hope now that there won't be any surprises
The only good secret is the wonder of life
We all live together, and we're under the weather
We all live together, and we're under the weather
We're under the weather