015: Swift [and selects]
October 21, 2019
Sorry Mr. Swift but there’s no radio
That likes to play the songs of your lowest sorrow
Just sing us a jingle and we’ll float you some bread
And all it’ll cost you is your heart and your head
Sorry Mr. Swift but you’re much too fat
And could I persuade you just to wear a cap?
I hope you forgive me and I hope you forget
The hurt that I’ve caused ya that you can’t feel yet
Sorry Mr. Swift I know times are tough
We all have plenty still we don’t have enough
I know it’s not funny so I try not to smile
We made you believe that we were worth your while
Sorry everybody for the things I said
Got a wife and kids and a gun to my head
So try to remember, try to hold it near
My name will go missing but the songs will be here
No don’t you feel sorry for I must pay my debts
Still feel like I’m losing but I’m placing my bets
- Richard Swift [1977-2018] “Artist & Repertoire”, 2007.
Photographs by Michael Todaro, iPhone, New York City, 2019.