If my hands start shaking now
The trigger could be warm before it's ever beckoned into performing out
And if the sun comes out
I'll be too cold to shout for her
I hope she finds me in the dirt I'm standing in
I hope she finds me in the dirt I'm standing in
Sometimes timing is everything
Sometimes timing is nothing
Well let me say
I've got nothing in my hands
Speaking of the time
Took scissors, cut out your valentine
Were we strangers then?
Will we be strangers again?
Will we ever be strange again?
So disregard your role
Cause when you start to lose control I bet you'll never even care
And they'll shake your shoulders
And they'll say they're on your side
And they'll ask you when your hands are emptied why another falls inside
But you know what you've got there
So you'll never even care
Yeah you know what you've got there
So you'll never even care.
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023
Raw and hooky as heck, “Disaster Preparedness Coloring Book” is all classic, ragged indie sonics and rock-solid melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023