A darkly light-hearted chill tune I’ve loved for years now, off Joy Zipper’s eponymous 1999 album, recorded at home on an 8-track.

Play your cards son
This is what you were given
Not some movie from the drive-in
It’s surprising how stupid we forget the real things we forget

I’ll insist
Although there is no meaning
No seriousness
And like a child’s game
Our life is impermanent
Our death is inevitable

(I laughed so hard)

There is nothing
There’s nowhere to go
Our life is impermanent
Our death is inevitable
Like a child’s game
I’ll insist anyway

Play your cards son
This is what you were given
Not some movie from the drive-in
It’s surprising how stupid we forget the real things we forget