Well come on right along as we sing another song
And we forfeit all the forethought of our fathers now
They'll never hear a word we say
For they've long since hit the hay right after supper
If they cared so much they'd care enough
To find out where it is we go at sundown
But as much as they complain you know they'd rather play it safe
And who's to say we're fucking up all that bad anyway?
So leave your secrets at the door and your belongings on the floor
And stamp your feet to the heartbeats pulsing around us
You're comfortable and you're favorable
But you're never around
And no I won't, and no I don't
I don't consent to any of this
So I sit alone in sepia tones
And wait out my lifelong sentence
In the safety of the sun
I rejoice, inviting everyone
To stay with me a while
I'm not quite ready to suffer this alone
But it was no use
They'd all heard just what it was I'd done
Although there was one boy who came
Every third or fourth day of the month
He said his name was Avery
And he wanted to know everything
About scatter bombs and open wounds
And chocolate rations of the first world war
Did you used to wish you grew up with those great rock bands from the 60's and 70's? If so, these guys are for you. They've brought back that sweet sound with their debut album "Calm Carnivore." Milo Fairweather