It’s Saturday night,
I got home about an hour ago and I,
I think I might,
Hit up the town centre see a couple of friends, but
IT SEEMS, I have walked into a time machine,
Where every face looks familiar,
I THINK, will these people ever leave the place where you and I grew up?
My Jaw drops, Amazement.
Time has stood still for the past 5 years,
I’m sat out, on the pavement,
And I cannot help but overhear,
YOU ARE still having the same conversation,
That you started last time I was here,
AND YOU have far too much potential for a town like this my dear,
Were we supposed to stay,
Should we leave this place?
This all feels wrong,
Or is this where we all truly belong?
Yeah, Because
I don’t seem to fit,
Twisted puzzle piece,
We all need release,
But this aint my hit,
Not when it means that
Every single weekend is just like a school reunion, -
Drinking in a place that we know that we know everyone,
Why have we been so scared to leave this place (we know)
Every single weekend is just like a school reunion,
Our hearts, our hands, our mouths you know that they all move in unison,
Why have we been so scared to go?
Is everybody happy here?
Is there something major that I’m missing?
‘Cos I can still feel it in the air,
The sour taste of going nowhere,
I FEEL suffocated by your presence,
I need to move on and get away from this ghost town,
YOU CAN come or you can stay right here, it makes no difference, to me.
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