greyscale dawn,
plastic cups on my lawn,
empty but the rain,
i'm still drinking,
in the hope that your thinking,
of doing just the same.
my friends are in jail,
and the beer's gone stale,
but somehow i can smile,
in this room,
i'll pick up a broom,
and sweep away this time.
withdrawn,
from everything and everyone.
my pockets have holes,
and so do my soles,
walking from the bar,
i'm still singing,
in the hopes that your bringing,
your face to the show,
my friends have been there,
so what do i care,
if the break has yet to come,
in this state,
i'm looking for a checkmate,
to rationalize spent time.
but when i'm sitting in this colonial place,
i can relax and enjoy my own space.
Simply one of the very best bands doing it today. The three-guitar attack is done incredibly well, without veering into "c*ck rock" territory. Catchy, fun, and a helluva live band, to boot.
RIYL: The Go-Betweens, The Chills, Courtney Barnett
(I guess there is a Down Under Sound!) Todd Leiter-Weintraub
Air Conditioned Man and Talking Straight are such a furious start to the record I was instantly hooked on everything Rolling Blackouts C.F. had to offer for the rest of the record and their next two LPs. Jans