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Delve into the mind of a master manipulator with small graves' latest single, "Peter, Paul, Mary, Bjorn, and John." Born from a pandemic-induced true crime binge, this track weaves the tale of con man Clark Rockefeller with a high-energy mix of overdriven guitars, catchy melodies, and powerful drums reminiscent of 90s punk and grunge. While the song explores the story of one specific individual, it is symbolic of the larger influx of grifters and charlatans in American politics and culture.
lyrics
Tracing names of the dead
You read
left In wet cement
Sometimes the words
Don’t mend
The cracks in the concrete
Falling for
Every trick
You’ve got
Hidden up your sleeve
But it won’t matter much
After all, it’s such a stupid game
Hey!
So say it like you mean it
Pour out your heart and soul
Bask in all the glory
Until the cracks,
They start to show
John and Linda fled,
You said,
Off to Paris, France
A Crowe in Connecticut
Took flight
A chance to start again
Wore out your
Welcome fast
New York,
A place to start again
But it won’t matter much
When your life is just a stupid game.
Hey!
So say it like you mean it
Pour out your heart and soul
Bask in all the glory
Until the cracks,
They start to show
(E: Go ahead and tell me your name
I’m not inclined to)
(J: With all your chances
Have you ever found a way out?)
(Ed: Take, take, take what’s been coming to you
Fake, fake, fake what you’re going through
Mistake, mistake, mistake what you thought you knew
Slip through your hands like I’m vapor)
With all your chances
Have you ever found a way out?
Hey!
So say it like you mean it
Pour out your heart and soul
Bask in all the glory
Until the cracks,
They start to show
Oh
Until the cracks,
They start to show
credits
from
Peter, Paul, and Mary, Bjorn, and John,
released March 29, 2024
words: Eric Zrinsky
music: small graves
Recorded and Mixed by Kyle Pulley at Headroom Studios, Philadelphia
www.headroom.studio
Assistant Engineering by Jackie Milestone and Nkozi Cole
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