I note lyrics not for amusement or for pervese profit, but to invite exploration. This is not music for people who are lured by the obvious, but for people who adore the ever blooming, ever hidden corners of humanity. This song accelerates with a punk vibe that has since been recognized in the New Pornographers. It is anger and joy at once packaged in a capsule that might have once contained benedryl and coffee. From this disc, I would also recommend "After This Time is Gone" and "Motherland." "Honeyslide" is beautiful, BTW.
She threw the bottle againt the wall
motivated by alcohol
You really wanted to make me twitch
But I don't move an inch
Sooner or later, that's the point
Didn't expect to see me so soon
You and him howling at the moon
Guess it's time to re-write the rules
You got me off the hook
Sooner or later, that's the point
We don't have to say we're sorry
Read the map but just get lost
Just get lost
You can believe what you want to believe
Either way no one's gonna grieve
No use putting things up your sleeve
Just re-write the book
Sooner or later, that's the point
We don't have to say we're sorry
Ah, that's the point
That's the point.
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