Alright at least you cried
A point of pride has torn in two
What was we where we meets you
From where we end to where do I begin
We're so alone
We're never alone
Forever in debt to the stomach I get
When things can't be known
Our paths overgrown
From where we end to where do I begin
Why can't we tell when we're in hell
Why can't I say something to make you well
When things can't be seen confined within the dream
From where we end to where do I begin
From what was left behind to you're my friend
I won't ever ever ever fall apart like that again
From where we are to where do I begin
Fun stuff. Better then then my expectation of a side project. Not exactly up there w the towering heights of Wilco's best 4 or 5 all
Timers but a listen I play often enough and enjoy thoroughly jmurder187
Toronto's Motorists make jangly power pop with occasional discordant turns and raw enough production to keep the sound fresh and energetic. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2021