“I’d like to laugh at what you said, but I just can’t find a smile.” The narrator sounds exactly like this. Depressed. So why bring this up on hump day? Well, the band has created a dance beat around the narrator, and let’s face it, there’s one or two dancers out on the floor who are depressed that there’s two more whole days of work until Friday night’s dance. “I can’t say nothing good. Nothing is so bad.” Excellent composition.
Portishead