Who ever heard of playing guitar using a chopstick instead of a pick? Hey Sarah, try singing along with this!

Good Joy (Sethares & Marcotte)

Good joy, good boy, jump up in the air
The words felt too close together
Like they were holding hands in some dark part of the mind
Every silence has a meaning

I keep thinking about our last words
I keep thinking about the lost words
I keep thinking that they might be the same

Everything slides into something else
Sweet dreams, whispered in the dark
Deep dreams that go all the way down

At the end of every hand is a beating heart
I’d like a word with silence
Doubts come in waves, walking home alone
Dreams about falling about failing

I keep thinking about unsaid words
I keep thinking about misread words
I keep wondering what we meant instead

Everything folds into something else
Sharp dreams, whispered in the night
Deep dreams that go all the way down