So, I think about this song every single day.

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Out of the entire Merritt cannon, this may be my favourite set of lyrics. The one-way/two-way analogy is great on it's own, but they way Merritt's delivery works through it is sublime. The genius to an ass or Bowery/Elaine lines all come off wry and flip - I'm drunk and it's funny - but by the end, "makes the sun shine, makes it rain" you can hear his voice sputter out, the point where the bottle of gin stops being like love.

It's also another one of the growing catalog of love songs that I sing to the baby that will never be romantic love songs again. Merritt songs don't make this switch as easily as most others (U2 are trivially easy), mainly because Merritt's so specifc with his narrative details. This one makes it just through sheer repetition.