four score and in my youth
here’s the life i choose
maybe it’s for money (maybe it’s for fame)
maybe it’s this unrelenting sensation of shame
i’m feeling in my fingers and i’m feeling in my brain
all i want from you is to be listened to
life is such a gas when you’re looking at it from the bottom of this glass
maybe i am shallow (maybe i am frail)
maybe i am withered (or maybe i have failed)
when i’m looking through the wire sinking secrets they prevail
print it in the news and see which side they’ll choose
and if we play the newscast right when we bleed we’ll lead tonight!
maybe it’s for money (maybe it’s for fame)
maybe it’s this unrelenting sensation of shame
i’m feeling in my fingers and i’m feeling in my brain
i’ve become the hated hero (i’m the lucky lonely lover)
and the lighting disappears (and there’s nothing left to fear)
now they’re listening to me and baby this i swear
i’m striking and sensational
and i’ve taken my umbrage under loose leaves of paper...
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