I almost left the house today,
but then I didn't,
I guess I'm chicken.
But even if i did, okay,
what's the difference,
I'm still not feeling it.
Cause there's a scum cloud forming in the parking lots,
Telling me to be afraid of who I am or who I'm not.
Trying to play god,
taking what they want,
from some folks I truly love.
So don't tell me to be mindful of the way I talk to you,
because of some bullshit that you believed from the news,
I'm begging you please, I don't want to lose you too.
I almost cut my hair today,
and then I did it,
now this is living.
I rode my bike so far away,
the wind in my face,
and strength in my legs.
And I think I've cooled down quite a bit,
And I'd like to talk if you're not going to spout more dumb shit.
There are families in cages,
the president's still racist,
why are we debating.
These cops are fucking lawless,
murdering for profit,
who cares how hard the job is.
So don't tell me to be mindful of the way I talk to you,
because of some bullshit that you believed from the news,
I'm begging you please, I don't want to lose you
To this kind of hatred,
with war machines and master races,
that's not how my parents raised me,
so what are we gonna do?
Cause I can't watch this world's evil
swallow up all the normal people,
so what the hell are we gonna do?
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