As long as I can remember, September has been all business. It's a month that attempts to put away the frivolity and carefree impulse of summer in order to recommit to serious things. When I was younger, it meant going back to school. As a professional, it means buckling down to prepare for our upcoming end of year campaign. As a culture, we're collectively engaged in seriousness, but as individuals it can be a little hard to muster. There's something in this song about faking it until you make it, which has traditionally been my best option when seriousness is the order of the day. It can be a bit anxiety inducing, so I cut my own tension with some soothing harmony. At first, the two-part harmony was meant only to come in periodically for emphasis and punctuation. I ended up carrying it through every phrase, as if to hold my own hand through the beginning of another transitional season.
lyrics
All the saints
All their names
Forget them when they’re inconvenient
One the bus
Stolen time
Carry it on my shoulder
Stocking up for the winter
Pretend to know what I’m doing
Pretend it comes naturally
Believe I’ve got the answer
Believe I know anything
Alive in impossible times
Incomprehensible moments
Awake through the strangest parts
Incomprehensible
Incomprehensible
So Sincere
Intending every word
Broke down on the sidewalk
Dollar bill
Small amounts in hand
Take them where you need them
Back to the place you keep them
Pretend to know what I’m doing
Pretend it comes naturally
Believe I’ve got the answer
Believe I know anything
Alive in impossible times
Incomprehensible moments
Awake through the strangest parts
Incomprehensible
Incomprehensible