It’s 30 degrees in here,
And my window won’t open,
I try to plan my escape,
But my spirit has been broken,
By my day to day routine,
I’m a cog in the machine,
I need to get away,
At the latest by today, because
Party in the city when the heat is on,
All night, all day, don’t get me wrong,
It’s a lovely lifestyle, but all the while,
I need some adventure,
So I pack up my little blue suitcase,
Put it in the van and drive to anyplace,
That’ll take my mind off this,
That’ll take my mind off this!
I’ll run away, WE’LL RUN AWAY
Never outstay, NEVER OUTSTAY
Our welcome leave without warning,
Become castaways,
I’ll run away, WE’LL RUN AWAY
Live for the day, AND DISOBEY
The rules put into place to try and stop this disarray.
I wanna be on a train speeding in the wrong direction,
I wanna test out natural selection,
I wanna wake up in an office with no shoes on my feet.
I wanna be wandering round a town I’ve never been before,
With nothing more,
Than a toothbrush in my pocket,
Searching for the...
The rules put into place to try and keep me in one space,
But you can’t stop my escape!
WOAHS
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024