We go and push our own buttons
That’s how we know the work gets done
If we get close to each other
We eliminate our right to run
Then we go wait our own tables
Passing the buck to where it’s from
We’ve found a fun way to suffer
Spend all our cash until it’s gone
Now we have packed all our luggage
Stand by the curb. Stick out your thumb
No taxi cabs will be comin’
Head back to the bar, the day is done
We will never ever see
How anyone could disagree. We’re not done
We could still offer another
Reason for you to say
“I can finally breathe. I’m feelin’ I’m an easy
Target any time or season, rhyme or reason
If ATM’s dispensed our feelings
I could really afford it all
No kept receipts or fake money
My downfall is my fault”
Two new songs from the Nashville musician (and drummer in Sad Baxter) reveal a talent for rock hooks and anthemic power pop aesthetics. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 11, 2022