#245 (of 365) "Kim, You Bore Me to Death" Grandaddy

Off a self-released debut from 1994, this lo-fi track from Grandaddy rocks with unexpected guitar flourishes and unearned screaming about how much "Kim" sucks and how annoying her roommate is and how no one should ever name their kid "Kim". And it's wonderful. Most of the songs on this album ended up on Concrete Dunes, a 2002 compilation that I absolutely played the crap out of around that time, right after I had first discovered the band. If you ever want to hear a wholly original, but very lo-fi and scattered collection of indie rock, I suggest checking it out.

To be clean out of money
But with four healthy limbs
What could drive any body to name their kid Kim
I swear I'll never name my kid Kim
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We met at a party
I was drunk and smoking cloves
I really just needed a ride back to town
No I dont smoke cloves anymore

And so she explains her theory
Her feet propped on new pillows
And her roommate behind her playing bongos
Kim you bore me to death
You bore me to death

"Kim, You Bore Me to Death" - Grandaddy // Complex Party Come Along Theories (1994)