This song is about Brendan B. Brown’s mother, but has also been described as “abstract imagery about the North Eastern suburbs of America in Autumn”
[Verse 1]
She stands on the deck here
To watch all the landslides
She's waiting for myrtle
Can't wait 'til she drives by
She's focused on football
And making her plants grow
You'd think he'd have noticed
Become what she needs
[Chorus]
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
[Verse 2]
I'll marry a nice man
And move out to Northport
And sell my Camaro
To live in a white house
And have my Twa Corbie's
And make up some cut lips
I'll live in a white house
I am Susie Brown
[Chorus]
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
[Verse 3]
Now I'm not a DJ
I play one in real life
You've heard all my records
The hits cut like steak knives
Roll out the red carpet
Like leaves through the winter
Now I'm not a DJ
I'd sure like to be
[Chorus]
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
Not today, not today
She says go away
Go away, go away
She says keep it all inside
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
Nahoohoo, nahoohoo
The Deck was written by Brendan B. Brown.
The Deck was produced by Brendan B. Brown.