I just got to get it out,
Weave a little word and sing that sound.
Come, a quarter jukebox just needs a token
It’s not broken down and all played out.
So when you get a song, sing it loud,
Let the music play and play right now.
Looking for the right line might take a lifetime
Just move on and get that feeling out.
You always told me, keep your head up
Press with the pen and you’ll feel better.
But singing ain’t the way it used to be,
I got to press a little harder now and get over me.
Now, blank pages fill your room,
You're ready to explode, but got no fuse.
Talking to a torn-up page in a blind-drunk rage
Those evenings when you stumble home.
You said it took a lost love to get you found,
(How’s that working out?)
Silence to make you loud.
And then you start to feel high, thinking of old lines
All those times your ink was solid gold.
If you never hear my voice no more
Or if you hear me singing songs that you’ve heard before,
Someday, sick of the silent way I’ll try and try again to say.
Bouncy, jangly power pop with a slash of acidic shadow, as the very best twee always has. From Boston, they met at band camp (not Bandcamp). Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019