Verse 1:
Gold idols spider prophets I get caught in webs of lies.
So I jumped the train tracks and found that even heroes have a shelf life.
And so I trick-or-treat down boulevards and search for meaning
and though I'm seemingly decisive I'm divisive in my mind.
Chorus 1:
And this world that I don't recognize is bursting at the seams.
We're all caught up in some Ponzi scam that nobody believes.
I try to run, you try to hide, and someone tries to scream.
But I'm the one I'm running from, I'm fucked beyond belief.
You can try to trade your dollars for a smile.
But I'll get high and watch the office for a while.
Verse 2:
On the side of the road are broken hearts by the by they
fade like forgotten stars and worn outs cars on the highway.
And though my restless heart may fail me, I don't think I'm out of place
when I hit the lights and try to get away.
Chorus 1:
And this world that I don't recognize is bursting at the seams.
We're all caught up in some Ponzi scam that nobody believes.
I try to run, you try to hide, and someone tries to scream.
But I'm the one I'm running from, I'm fucked beyond belief.
You can try to trade your dollars for a smile.
But I'll get high and watch the office for a while.
Aussie six-piece showcases a buoyant co-mingling of jazz-funk grooves, snappy post-punk riffs, and krautrock motoriks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023