I've been trying to get back here for years to no avail
but i keep trying
my heart has stopped beating, turning gears it has failed
but it keeps trying
You're the fleur de lis of curiosity and i'm a masochistic man
trapped in a sinking pit of sand
the jokes, they're stale, but they carry it so well and i guess it doesn't matter when you're cool
It's taken getting here to know that you belong there
It stinks, these streets they smell like piss and blood
and there's nothing charming now about my 'hood
but the drinks, they're cheap and plentiful you see
but i can't spend my days reflecting on all the bad habits i'm collecting
disgraceful little dance, you're ruining all my plans
The UK punks' capacity for merging the personal, political, and parochial is so well-developed that it borders on the alchemical. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2022