I bought some flowers for your grave
I laid 'em down there in the snow
they were dead by the time I left
it was hard for me to go
I walked back to the rental car
your favorite song was on the radio
so I sang it to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
a bottle of water
an empty Old Style can
a cupholder full of change
a pack of smokes in my hand
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
the song was building to an end
I pushed the little knob to the left
and blasted some hot, dry engine air
onto the windshield bathed in breath
I pictured your soft, pink body
buried down in that cold, hard earth
I pictured some poor young lady in the city
in a white bed giving birth
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
Intelligent lyrics, wicked efficient guitar work from Brian Pennington, and yet another percussive masterpiece from Jim Duffy. This is a post-rock gem from a trio of friends, relatives, bandmates. Soft Jolts
Kris Poulin and Matt Seifert whipping guitar lines and lyrics at each other over more brilliant drum work from Jim Duffy. Fans of Shellac, buckle up. Post-hardcore at its best. Soft Jolts