NPR Fan Favorite Voting link: www.npr.org/2024/05/02/124844... Recorded at Révéler Experiences in Richmond, VA for the 2024 NPR Tiny Desk Contest Shot and Edited by Sunroom Sessions Drums by Jake Cochran Fiddle by Rudy Bee
It's been amazing to see the reception of Shape I'm In since we put it out a few months ago. If this song has hit you in some sort of way, you can vote for it to win the NPR Tiny Desk Fan Favorite in the video description.
I discovered this song a little while ago but I keep coming back to it over and over. These lyrics resonate so beautifully with me and the build up yall make is just crazyyyy. Just AAGGAGAAAAAA beautiful beautiful
I remember the first time I heard you perform this, I think it was about a year ago at The Pie Shop in DC, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. It takes great courage to be this honest, open, and vulnerable in a song. Keep doing what you're doing, you all have a special gift.
I’ve been writing down every move I make And every waking thought And I still haven’t found a through-line How can I explain when all the words I have escape? I’m sorry for the mess I’m sorry for the shape I’m in Every hour, on the hour I have some revelation A communion with a power that I cannot get a break from Damn the experts, and the healers, and my friends I’m sorry that I yelled I’m sorry for the shape I’m in I put to bed the name my parents gave to me And I was once a boy And I will be a grown-up when I get there Tell your god I’ve not forgotten how he made me I’m sorry for my face I’m sorry for the shape I’m in And when I wished that I was gone And I had spent all that you gave me I ugly cried the whole way home I don’t know how I made it Damn the interstate, the hospital, the road I take to work I’m sorry for the hurt I’m sorry for the shape I’m in When the river freezes over in the middle of the summer heat And I am in the throes of it I’m up to late, I’m lower than I’ve ever been Lower than last time I’d found my center and my stride And for a minute it had evened out Told everyone that I was in control And I could hold it in my hands awhile Lower than last time And I swore I heard the angels sing And, lo, the savior comes I ignore the flashing lights and warning signs Drifting higher than I’ve ever been before Higher than last time And the clockwork of my illness is a sick joke I could laugh about until I cry, cry, cry I’m lower than I’ve ever been I’m higher than I’ve ever been I’m lower than I’ve ever been before I’m higher than I’ve ever been I’m lower than I’ve ever been I’m higher than I’ve ever been I’m lower than I’ve ever been before Than I’ve ever been… So won’t you take a look, Won’t you take a long one? Don’t you turn away. Leave a porch light and a pot on. And I cannot behave, I know I give less than I ought to. I know I cannot ask for you to stay but I have got to. I’m sorry for the mess, I’m sorry for the shape I’m in.
I could listen to this for hours, infact I have been this is amazing, I’ve recently found out about your music from your instagram account and I’m already obsessed
As a 14 year old this is what I imagined what Bright eyes would sound like by the time I was 35. Im grateful you guys showed up I’ve been so disappointed all these years waiting for you.
