Dreary mornings are made tolerable by The Weakerthans. Rain and drudgery, grey skies and lingering dreams beg for this kind of song, the kind that creeps under your skin and crawls into your veins, scurries through your bloodstream and settles there for awhile, laying dormant and almost forgettable until it’s biting on your heartstrings.

“You always stole all my last words
Here’s no exception then
One more for me to send
And nothing happens in the end

I’m thinking of you less, more concerned
And more is less, I guess
It doesn’t matter now

Maybe we’ll never go insane
You always said we would
Sometimes I wished we could

With you lying naked in the rain
And singing Boney M
Cutting down all our old friends
I talk to them again now

So here’s the last one I have left
We fell a little deep
I watched you fall asleep

And nothing happens in the end
But I remember when I could remember when
Seems like a long time ago.”
~The Last Last One
The Weakerthans, Fallow