The vocals on Private Chauffeur were some of the hardest for me to record. While I am a naturally loud person, I am not much of a shouter. It took quite a few attempts to find the right tone of voice that felt sincere and captured the agitation the song is trying to convey. A lot of early takes sounded forced, or a bad attempt at a early 00s hardcore track. On the plus side, when you are yelling you can worry less about being in tune.
It is a song of anger, the angriest I have ever written. The lyric "Cowards don't get kickbacks," resonated in my head a lot after I sang it. For me, it was a moment I was really proud of. Actually, this song has some of my favorite lyrics I've ever written.
The sample at the beginning was recorded in a tunnel in Berlin.
lyrics
Drive around
For a bit
Cause you can’t
Hold your shit
Left lane
Cruising
When the sun feels
Good on my skin
In a pinch
In the hit
And I must be
Good for it
Cause your name
Is in the news again
Bombardier
I’m so lost
Cut the brake
grip it dead
tells it straight
Eyes are down
Coward pose
Voice still good
Better not
Laugh about
Going through
Heavy times
Will you stay
In the dusty bed
Nice that we could
Have this chat
A miracle we
Stay on this road
Just say the word
And I’ll sink down low
Call out the paper
notorious mentions
In the back pages
I’ll tell you about it
I’ll tell you about it
Mass mount fingers
In viper strike
See all the purple
Walk me through this
Walk me through this
Hallway chatter
The proud yell
Handshake carpets
Don’t tell me about it
Don’t tell me about it
Early retirement
In a crash zone
Just fantasies
Cowards don’t get
Kick backs
Tetra flare
Myelin shot
Stench of fog
Purple stare
Bit your tongue
and lied through this
Since you can’t
Draw your fist
No one wins
When it comes to him
We give up
And I rot again
Locked in
The metal cabin’s breath
Turning back
But no clocks
Dismantling
Reverts to stone
Mute curses
I’m the coward
Where are you
You hide again
That one time
I called you out
The words buried
Under the Sun
Nice that we could
Have this chat
A miracle we
Stay on this road
Just say the word
And I’ll sink down low
When I’m stuck
my low focus point
I’d rather be drowning
I swear I knew it
I swear I knew it
threw it in the woods
Film can green shots
But will that stop you
I’ll hide it outside
Life in blindside
I’m too young
To know the jokes
The laughing two
Clenching insides
Break my reprise
Early retirement
In a crash zone
Just fantasies
Cowards don’t get
Kick backs
I’m killing
My teenage
I rewrite
my visage
in the car
Sold empty
Cut from paper
Lost the message
Once an aura
Now the drudge
No loud chant
Extract an end
Call out the peasants
Cut all the pissants
In the back alleys
I’ll tell you about it
I’ll tell you about it
My suicide has
A celebrity endorsement
A real good deal
Walk me through this
Walk me through this
Take the curb
Over the ridge
Dream of airborne
Don’t tell me about it
Don’t tell me about it
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