Cathy she moved to Texas
Running from a police
Young families trek up north to Queens
Fulfill their third grade dreams
Drifting around a final decision but
I found a comfy position
In the stability of our turbulence
When will I be immune to this?
Keep one ear pointed to the street
20 years since that letter
This minstrel’s starting to believe
Ran into her before she skipped town
Arizona, from the Ezra Pound
An art barge on the Mississippi
Probably kill myself if I could see who’d miss me, yeah
When will I be immune to this?
Keep one ear pointed to the street
20 years since that letter
This minstrel’s starting to believe
If I’m chasing my tail here
With one ear pointed to the street
Give a scare to remind me
This Minstrel’s starting to believe
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