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Studio nook in New York City
It’s all I can manage, but it sure ain’t as pretty
As the grey blue sunshine I met last year
Who gave me a sword and helped the smoke clear
But I wasn’t made for love in the lights
Got bigger questions that I can’t deny
On how to save mankind from decree
By removing consuming from under lock and key
We weren’t put here to revolt or resist
Or claim that our way was the key to exist
You say, “we’ll find peace once man just gets better”
Then look to the sky and ask to stay forever
A man in the back of the pizza shop
Punches out for his break, to pray on a cardboard box
Says pray with me and spare me some green
And set up faith on DVD
Well if you know what you’ve got, then you ain’t got much
So just take and take, it’ll never be enough
There’s a vital flaw in man’s design,
We feel such a need to claim things as “mine”
If a man won’t abide by my cause, he will be
Cast forth as a branch, small and withering
And all the branches will be thrown in the fire
And all that remains will be pure from desire
Man, how the fuck is that compassionate?
“Love thy neighbor” took backseat to this?
Well I don’t buy your hierarchy
We’ll govern ourselves with love and peace
Daily trip down the bar strip
Where you still work, & where I still live
And I’ll look for your car so I know you exist
Didn’t make you up, like the rest of it
Man, looking back, it went by quick
What lacked in time, made up in substance
But then you had to go and bail
Cuz god forbid you let me feel whole again
Lately I’ve been questioning
My place inside this submarine
I’m getting older, I should probably invest
In a house, or a car to establish success
With every blink the dream flys by
“Wait one more week, now’s not the time”
“Sorry kid, just not good enough”
What you mean to say is “I don’t fit the glove”.
supported by 4 fans who also own “A Shift In Focus”
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
A sprawling, 25-song set from Pete Yorn complete with covers of Springsteen and The Smiths capture him at his unguarded best. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2020