Girl You Can't Hide It

Track three on Little Homes (May 31, 2016), after Sculptor. BMI hears pulsing electronica in an early Depeche Mode register. SoundCloud; Walton/Woodward co-write. A suburban marriage cracking from the inside, with the kids as witnesses and a narrator who refuses to look away.

The verses plead for stasis, don’t you ever change, love, while the children report the opposite. What sounds like devotion is really an indictment: I trust what I see / girl you can’t hide it / maybe a weaker man would wake up and pretend, but I can’t. He flatters himself for seeing clearly even as the picket fence rots into white paper fences, crumpled and stained. The exit is sealed by the children too: you can’t just leave / give them what they need.

It leads into Outro before #Grownupz. The later Scoobert track Debby reruns the same “girl you can’t hide from me” idea in an algorithmic, parasocial register; here it is purely marital.

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Hand
-
painted smiles,
A carefree scene.
Don't it ever change, love?
Don't it ever change?
The kids say you're
different
,
Acting
strange.
Oh, d
on't you ever change, love.
D
on't you ever
change.

I trust what I see,
And it seems clear to me.
Girl you can't
hide
it,
No you can't
hide
it.
Maybe a weaker man,
Would wake up and pretend,
But I can't hide it,
No.

White paper fences,
Crumpled and stained.
Do we salvage what remains, Love?
D
o
you care for what remains?
The kids,
Complicate it.
You
can't just leave.
Do
we salvage what remains, love?
Give them what they need.
I trust what I see,
And it seems clear to me.
Girl you can't hide it,
No you can't hide it.
Maybe a weaker man,
Would w
ake up and pretend,
But I can't hide it,
No.