Two left feet and one in your mouth
The going gets rough, well the rough go south
Twist and turning like a wrought iron gate
The state of affairs is in a feral state
Exceeding expectations, yeah, left and right
Lets blend right into the sprawling blight
Well polar opposites attract all in-between
Coat your arms with her majesty the Queen.
Well I met my baby at the Celtic Corner
She said, "Hey, how you doin', boy!?"
Aint nobody like a boring lady, and that's all that I know
She said, "Let's take it slow," and I said...
Impartial institutional gaze
A wide world of webs from your local malaise
A heart for a heart and a tooth for a tooth
Well give me nothin' but that unvarnished truth
Give me a second and I'll give you a fourth
Let's all get marooned in the true mad north
Explain to me how it mightn't fall
When half a million people are tearin' at the wall
Well I left my baby at the Farmer's Market
She sad, "Where you goin', boy?"
Aint nobody like a boring lady, and that's all that I know
And she said, "Don't you go," and I said...
Walk a mile in style, yeah, just to defile
Wallpaper my face with a stupid ol' smile
So many stairs up that ivory tower
Before the taxman, yeah, we all must cower
Tearing out my roots, yeah, piece by piece
You won't get to the bottom cause I'm from the East
I thought you were the scratch for my itch
Without money, baby, we'd all be rich
Aint seen my baby since I kicked her out, yeah
She said, "Hey! What you doin', boy?"
I aint gonna stand for a boring lady, and that's all that I know...
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A bite-size serving of power pop from a rising Virginia band equipped with three different guitarists; riff snobs won't be disappointed. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024