This is probably about Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts. Or maybe Charlie Brown.
Or Charles Bronson. Or Charles Bukowski. Maybe even Charlton Heston.
Why are men named Charles or Charlie or Charlton always so happy and full of song? Maybe something about being the stereotype beleaguered everyman just makes you want to sing.
So sing, damn you. Sing until they pull the song from your cold, dead vocal chords.
Citizens
cover art: Happy Charlie by Kristie Lee
Conrad St. Clair: bass, keys, programming
Mike Stehr: keys
Lou Caldarola: drum kit
Tone Deaf: vocals
Andy Ewen: vocals
Chris Huntington: guitar, vocals
Beaker Parpovich: guitar
Johnny Sarris: ranting about dune buggies 'n stuff