I generally gravitate to the music first before the lyrics. But as a writer, I still marvel at well-spun verses and choruses. This month, I’m joining the music Twitter community in #SeptSongLyricChallenge

Day 15

There’s an absurd charm to these lyrics. A song about a Major League all-star written like the lyricist doesn’t understand the first thing about baseball, or sports in general. This perspective portrayed Mike Piazza as a tragic, everyday man, likened to all the eccentric folk characters that Belle & Sebastian have created over the years. You want to laugh at it and with it simultaneously. And how many songs can you say that about?

“How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?”