Verse 1
On this day a boy was born
The second day, the seventh month
Oblivion to eternity
not exactly
The flashing of a card
White noise in a bar
From him to her, to maternity, in Ferzackley
The infant in the barn, the following or stars
Chorus
Nobody bears the fruit
Not without bruising it
You cannot learn nothing
Not without lo-ooh-ooh-osing everything
No one bets to lose
I put my money on the bob-tail nag, Bobbo bet on the bay.
Verse 2
Merseyside, Clear Paddock Creek, right Liverpool, wrong hemisphere
They swore you in, I only heard, like, every second word
We planned as you ran, you ran as we planned
More than a boy of 12, o captain my captain of Heckenberg
We had what we scammed, we scammed what we had
Chorus
Verse 3
A wading pool spills its guts all down the drive, of a pink house that still draws in the boys like flies
I knew you wouldn't settle by the side of the road, where the girls dumped the beds and the memory foams
From Bicentenary to buying base, you had your dreams and now their ache
Phony Beatlemania, real Bonnyrigg, you made her cum and she made you itch for it
We put her on a pedestal, you got her on pills
She's flying off the shelves in Fish on King
Tell me which one of us, which one of us ever made it stick?
Tell me which cunt of us ever made any of it stick?
Winsome and winning indie pop songs on the latest from The Chairman Dances, where erudite lyrics are cradled by gorgeous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2023