Should I clip the Daisies in the great outdoors?
Will a spring of souls grip the weeds I hold?
Flower-headed manners bring honey and gold where upon the pavement my love will be sold
Belief has lost his luggage on spirits and on trains as mirth makers and saints twist and turn in vain
Say farewell to reason, the loveless so inclined
Their back seat beat song sings a loner's delight
Little green guitars an obscene swell
Mainstream amnesia in our festival hell
Every damn day farewell to reason
Every damn day farewell to form
Tell me what your presents could do for me please
I don't know what I'd rather wish for them to be
Little green guitars an obscene swell
Mainstream amnesia in our festival hell
Every damn day farewell to reason
Every damn day farewell to form
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The MUSICIANS
Albino Guimaraes Vocals, Organ & Guitars
Joe Boyle Electric Guitars
Bill Holloman Fake Accordion
Joe O’Brien Bass Guitar
Jon Peckman Drums
Behind The Song...
Farewell To Reason (Every Damn Day)
This song was written with Evon Handras. Evon was my boss at Chrysalis Music Publishing in New York. Several times a week I would go and sit in her office and listen through a box of demo tapes and do my best to provide constructive responses to those who submitted their songs. On several occasions we would have a guitar of our own and kick about song ideas. On the occasion of “Farewell To Reason”, as I recall I was playing a chords structure and we started reading the titles from a rack of demos Evon had on her wall. The lyric developed directly from these titles. To me, the song always had an REM “Losing My Religion” feel as it was all over the radio during the time the song was initially written.
In the songs current form, I have made some edits to quicken the flow and make it pop. The original second half of the second verse, “Butterflies do roam where stagnation steeps. Back in the dark hole where they think that I sleep” came directly from the fact that Evon had a windowless office that Chrysalis (Butterflies) Publishing was borrowing from Capitol/EMI Records at 810 7th Avenue in Manhattan. The office was directly across the hall from a massive closet where all the abandoned old new release posters and out-dated (not really, rather no longer cool) stereo equipment would be deposited. There were SEVERAL McIntosh Amplifiers in there SO that should tell you ultimately how much these people knew about sound!