You left with plans that were soon forgotten
You hit rock bottom on a box of oxycotton
You ran out into the open field and forgot your name
You told the parents and coast guard
You'd clean up by the fall
But the papers and the postcards
Say you're having a ball
And you're never coming back
You're gonna look for truth, not facts
Cuz you found
Some sort of light
The last time I saw you
I smelled you brain sizzling
I bet I could guess just what it is that you're fixing
Sauteed mushrooms, with a splash of acid, all in an alcoholic reduction
Well, I guess I just grew a distaste for burnt out vagrants
Where the hell's it taking you?
And what the fuck is that fragrance?
And now you never finish a thing you mean to do
You read the forward to the Upanishads
You got one quarter of a sleeve tatoo
Hasn't stopped your bold-faced name dropping every chance that you get
I wish for once you'd say to someone, "Nice to meet ya
Every goddam thing I know I learned on Wikipedia
And all I know are facts
I looked for truth and never came back
Cuz I saw
Some sort of light"
Got this album after listening to all Shakey’s other music and was amazed to hear some familiar songs in a totally different style and context. Haunting and rambunctious in turns, with just the right amount of messiness in how the vocals are layered. Deweybird
Fabulous album, loads of heart and soul, brilliant playing and top lead vocal. What more could you want?
One note of caution for vinyl buyers. I ordered the LP a long time ago and have yet to receive it. They don’t reply to my messages either. Gareth Fitzpatrick