Before “Flowers” ends the record with a plea for love—“If I gave you a hundred dollars to record just three words, I could make the perfect song,” he sings—he’s made a disarming case for understanding tha
We all had no idea what was going on, every song we’d be like ‘What is this record?’ Because every song sounded different. In a way this record was working with everybody that I’ve worked with for years, and it wasn’t like a Fleetwood Mac thing where everybody fell in love ...
In the hours that will come To take the best of me And throw it to the dogs You can call me bastard Or you can call me friend Just don't forget to call me Before the story ends Covered in a fabric That’s made of good intent ...