About to have a fit but you can’t raise a fist
what a tangled web we will leave
Un famous people in this world form a herd
March straight into that history
Second to last song
On the first album
He had a Priestly face she had a soul working inside on the first day of Spring
La da da da
La da da da
Second to last song
On the first album
The future arrived while were sleeping off the past
I’m done being precious and coming in last
In 2003 the lights went out in Brooklyn
Amazed in a maze the cold silhouette of Manhattan
(Oh) but the details fade and the stories change to fit them yeah yeah yeah
Now I tread a fence
With my bag of tricks
Full of death, debt, and disease
There's some kind of magical mischief that rises thick in the air when Michael Carpenter and Mark Moldre get together to write and record. I don't know what it is... something about the Beatles and whisky. Whatever it is, I heard it in the Supahip's first album and I hear it even drunker and faster in this one. Well done, gentlemen. You've done it again. ~ R dallyroz
Such a joyful collection of songs. Nothing like quintessential Melbourne alternative rock to lift the spirits. Listening during yet another lockdown transports me to a band room in my favourite pub. Thanks for the music lads- looking forward to seeing you for real when we get outta here. Jacqui L