Last rites, setting up shop for the night
Blinds low, he makes it to sell not to show
Suspicious smells, oh it must be that meth
Such vicious dogs must be guarding a chef
Just before the morning I heard a voice warning me
Don't, don't look in there
Just before the evening I saw somebody leaving
Scratching and sniffing and scared
He cooks it at home so leave it alone
He cooks it at home so leave it alone
Dead wrong, they're joining the devil in song
Parched croon, off-time and all out of tune
White youth singing of blues they produced
Guevara Ts, please let a working man sleep
While your friends are taking those stupid shots of jager
Some of us have work before dawn
While you tip your bong to your hollow protest songs
Your freedom shows what side you're on
You are what you own now leave me alone
You are what you own now leave me alone
Crown Vic, only one job goes with it
In the can, we learned to smell bacon and ham
Crystal clear, moustache and biceps and sneer
Crystal fear, they sent you deep cover right here
Underneath the flooring I suspect you're storing
Assault rifles and kevlar vests
I know any day now you'll get on the radio
and call in to claim my arrest
I'm clean and I'm grown, so leave me alone
I'm clean and I'm grown, so leave me alone
Minneapolis-based songwriter and novelist Dan Hornsby makes warm, wobbly guitar pop following the narrative of a hapless lost decade. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024