I was born dead on arrival
It takes a tragedy to rival how I feel
I take the long way ‘round to prove there’s no rest from the self
Cause on my flights of fancy all my friends are complimentary
The more you know, the more it’s easy to believe
I’m from a past where there’s no future
I’m from a present where I just relive the past
I’m interesting and fun, a wilted iris in the sun
That never shines like I remembered when I was young.
The more you run, the more it’s difficult to leave
The more you run, the less you’re leaving
A life writ large on playbill covers is theater trash
I hear and feel a combination of The Replacements and The Wombats In this band. Listening to this album , I’m 18 again, drinking beer by the lake with my friends not sure what life will bring and not really caring. randy crome
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023