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The idea for this song came to me (as a lot of them do) in the midst of an ugly breakup. The night I wrote these lyrics, I'd been listening to a radio station out of Philly ("Oldies 98 FM") and thought, 'It would be neat to write a breakup tune with a doo-wop beat'. Imagine someone like Buddy Holly singing this...
ALL THE RAGE (B. Davis)
You have these impulses to speak your mind/I'll loan you my microscope, then maybe you can find it/Is it in that awful place that's just behind your face/Where you keep my picture safe, despite the fact that you had me replaced?
CHORUS: Say goodbye--oh, baby, can't you act your age?/You know I would always give it to you straight/Although I'll never be as unhappy as you want me to be/Still, there's all the rage.
I'd probably play along if left to my own devices, but spare me the drone of your advice/Open a bottle and we'll confess our sins away/Although the penance might be more than you can take/I've heard this all before, but you say it anyway.
CHORUS.
Alone in your shroud of manufactured grief/You murder time and truth; love, laughter and belief/So don't try and touch my heart--it's darker than you think/And don't try and read my mind--for you it's filled with disappearing ink.
CHORUS.
