I could be a hallmark card
And know exactly what to say
Or I could fumble my words
And remain far away
I could be a man of faith
And answer questions everyday
I ask myself in private
And swim in my own wake
Sometimes it seems
When it comes to my dreams
You look the other way
Could it just be
I'm stuck between a rock and hard place
I can't see me
Living any other way
Than broke and suffering
Someone free me
From the heavy chains or normality
So should I go and walk away
From 7 long years of marginal stability
Do you still pray when you're all alone
Will I ever fall asleep on the phone again
If it hurts, then I'll let it
Tingling spine and finger tips
It's a comfort to know, when you're on the road
That anywhere else you can go just call it home
I love mom jeans. It immerses myself in those unforgettable feelings and makes me weep, and I smile as the trumpet starts to play. How wonderful. zhangzhanglang
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024
This is album is like nothing I've ever heard. I love how the dissonance turns into cohesion and then proceeds to flow between the two. The jazziness of it, the tenderness of it, the lightheartedness of the sound in places...it really astounds me. I wish I could listen to it for the first time again. coitosk