WHY? - Jonathan's Hope (Official Video) video free download

From the full length album "Mumps, etc."

Buy it here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/mumps-etc./id555209274

Director: Scott Fredette

Editor: Dustin Chow

Color: Brandon Kraemer

Producer: Alex Parks

LYRICS:

When I got better from the mumps

Yes, my swollen nut and neck shrunk

But, though subtle, I can smell distinctly

Some sick and swollen stink, still to this day stays with me

And irked as some dumb tart from Illinois

In a shirt that says "I heart Michigan boys"

But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gut

Oh so concealed in the crease but

Slow pitching like a Vatican priest to be Pope -- what?

Dope. So every morning wake up with hope

And at night fall asleep at the end of your rope

Alone pretending to cope

As ill as I am, I am

But with all that's well I'll yell

Good god, what the hell, what the fuck

A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

It took me 30 years to learn my patterns

Just for shit to turn weird in my return to Saturn

I feel the freezing creep of greedy sleep sneaking in again

I'm dangling

Oh I don't have to pull a shitty fortune from dessert

Like the piss poor son of a serf to know what I'm worth

I know what I'm deserved of

A freaking dirty dove dead

And a bag of bread from a sellout club

But will you spell out love in the lashes life serves up?

Or am I just a red bump in the rash of cash worship?

Lord. Huh? Whats up?

As ill as I am, I am

But with all that's well I'll yell

Good god, what the hell, what the fuck

A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

Brief is the life of that bird

Who brings your secrets, your deepest beefs and desires

Through it's beak in a minor squeak to be heard

Its meaning complete no need for words

It might not last more than a week

And if this my final trip it be

Lord take me quick, let me see ye

And please heed the needs of my family

As ill as I am, I am

But with all that's well I'll yell

Good god, what the hell, what the fuck

A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

With mangled fingers I play it and say it

Plain in my octaves with all that I've got

And for all that I'll not have

And cursing back to the big bang in slang they sang

As ill as I am, I am

But with all that's well I'll yell

Good god, what the hell, what the fuck

A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck