heavy hands on the Burlington line
as time stands by dividing lines
these people sit on well kept lawns
and the trains roll by their sibilant syllables drawn
a pair of shoes laces untied
and unbound feet and small town pride
they’re waving at the passers by
it’s those
and i am surprised
there rarely are fences
they’re kind to their neighbors
and more so to these strangers
and they don’t shut their windows
and they don’t lock their doors
and they won’t turn their heads because ignoring is deplorable
not like these cities
where these people are cold
and i get suspicious my home makes me old before my time!
it’s water towers
it’s the grain silos
it’s the sun kissing two story skylines
it’s those midwestern towns…
A pop-punk album full of both angst and maturity. A lot of this album is about growing up, but I've been consistently coming back to this album for over 5 years and it never gets old. evan_burman
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