You always call me when you’re sad
Well baby, aren’t you ever happy
You always seem so upset
And it makes me feel guilty
You never tell me where you are
But im sure you question that enough
Maybe you just weren’t ready to leave this place
Why don’t you come back home
Well I don’t see why you’d be embarrassed
You seem pretty sure that you can handle it alone
So show me you can get out of bed in the morning, son
It’s the little things that count
And sometimes we all need a little help
Believe me, I know.
How cliche the sound.
But maybe if you’d just pretend to care
Every little bit will help.
So this will be the last time that I call you
From now on it is up to you
So don’t say that you’re sorry already
There’s no way that I could believe you
Or what you want me to say.
Imposing, echo-drenched, and soulful, James Apollo’s “accidental live record” captures the singer at the peak of his powers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 15, 2016