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Like a lot of good “shower thoughts,” I wrote the basics to this one stuck in a traffic jam on Los Feliz Boulevard. We recorded it during the Gold Past Life sessions, but it didn’t make the cut—not because it didn’t seem good enough but because it felt like a little nugget to drop to folks later on...
You should call me up, Shane
Seems like you got something to talk to somebody for
'Cause it really seems a shame
That you don't seem to love yourself much anymore
It's got to be strange
One day you're cruisin', and the next you're losing ground
But you're way too old to care
About how your old man never was around
I don't have none of my own babies
So I leave my pile of nickels to you
I always thought of you as family
So it seems the very least I can do, Shane
Please understand me -
I know that everything's ridiculous
But it's sad you can't see
That you're pretty much a genius
Im probably never gonna have any heirs
So I'm leaving you my hay pennies
And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer
And a Susan B. Anthony
I don't have none of my own babies
So I'm leaving my fortune to you
I always thought of you as family
So it seems the very least I can do, Shane
Shane was written by Eric D. Johnson.
Shane was produced by Thom Monahan.
Fruit Bats released Shane on Wed Apr 15 2020.