So we drink weak piss with a tiny umbrella wedged in it
And we bury our things with the landmines in the old sandpit
Waiter fill my cup, cos one of whatever's not enough
Should we dig up our things we would soon lose an arm or a leg
So I drink mostly alone
Finally found a place no-one is prepared to go
I only hold onto these friends
Because I can't face going out to make new ones again
Waiter fill my cup, these long hours alone are no longer enough
Should I drink to the sea, in the hope it will swallow me up?
It's all or nothing
Run away while you still can
It's all or nothing
Whole years buried in the sand
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Extremely friendly people, even better music! Was a pleasure to meet them at my local store, where they introduced me to their music. So glad I followed up on it! arezoth
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023