in the night the world comes to a dead-end here
no roof-top piano
no kissing on the pier
we get a short sharp shock with the morning rise
and you're back in the bar with those weary eyes
some folks go up the road
sitting in the place that looks like prison
the felicity that flowed you'd think our
exodus bread had risen
she doesn't venture outside the bedroom books
you want to check all the locks so she doesn't get the looks
they're all pacing around the library floor
eyes glazed on the window one foot creeping out the door
some folks take on the load
sitting in the place they think is heaven
but there is so long to go, god
are we ever gonna get that leaven
it goes too fast for you to see
but it leaves the stain of servility
but to you and me that comes so naturally
we got one fucked up daughter
one fucked up son and another little girl
thinks she's the only one to be feeling like a
kept dog without a lead, if you could
give up the drink babe give up the weed
and sort out your stuff, busy your mind on the future
because a little bit of rough needn't stop you
doing what suits you
and it goes too fast...
now the hundred foot tower turns its back to us all
and they start and they stammer and they feel so small
with the ready little boys in their mortar boards
filing out the chapel to the plagal chords
amen amen is that a fitting way to end a sunday
the ways in which we wend pretend
but suddenly it's monday
and it goes too fast...
credits
from Beachcomber,
track released April 18, 2014
Faith Taylor - guitar, vocals
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Knowledge of what makes a great indie/alt-rock song tick? Check. Sharp lyrics that run from angry to tender? Check. Fabulously enjoyable? And then some. This debut proves SF arrived fully formed and Turtle Taxi built on that. Two absolute gems. Given the time that's passed, I sincerely hope they're not done, but if so, my undying gratitude. It'slove