Watching For Foxes

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Watching For Foxes released their new single “Breaking Down” in late 2017, in anticipation of their upcoming full-length album Nostalgia In America. Watching For Foxes is a Michigan-based folk rock band consisting of Joey Frendo on the Lead Vocals, Geoffrey Kartes with the Cello and Vocals, Jared Meeuwenberg playing Guitar and Honorary Foxes (Touring Members) Jefferson Rinck on Bass, and Clay Hoover and Daine Hammerlee playing Drums. Starting in early 2014, Watching for Foxes consisted of friends that grew up together in Fremont, MI rehearsing in their vacant high school, in their old math classroom.

About the track “Breaking Down”, lead vocalist Joey Frendo says “This song sums up our feelings on our American mythology and how our human condition is at odds with it. It’s very multi-layered as far as meaning goes, but to us it speaks broadly to the weight that bares down on us all. It’s in the air that we breathe, it’s in the jobs we work, it’s in the way we have to survive. It’s everything, and it’s a lot.” Frendo continues, “Nostalgia In America aims not for polarization or politics, but for insight into our shared human condition and how it has created our own beautiful, grimy, heartbreaking, and enduring American mythology.”

Breaking Down Lyrics:

V1
I think God curses the proud
The oldest of shrouds, of doubt that deems us
Functioning cogs in some grand machine
A dream, a scheme, that feeds us some meaning

Chorus
Their breaking our backs
Filling our lungs
With poison and pain
Keeping us on the run
Kids coming up red
Their playing with guns
It’s the price that we pay
For nostalgia in America

V2
I think I’m coming down
But I doubt that it’ll be the last time
My timing’s all off, and my needs, my needs, my needs
Are a need to gleam, to clean off my ledger

Chorus
Their breaking our backs
Filling our lungs
With poison and pain
Keeping us on the run
Kids coming up red
Their playing with guns
It’s the price that we pay
For nostalgia in America

Bridge
I’m breaking down
My back’s going out
And I’m breaking down
From bearing that cross

Chorus
Their breaking our backs
Filling our lungs
With poison and pain
Keeping us on the run
Kids coming up red
Their playing with guns
It’s the price that we pay
For nostalgia in America