We were out drinking the week
Staying in every night of the weekend
Covering wounds that cut us too deep like an old war badge
When the memories start to fade
I'll tip 5 bucks and be on my way because there's nothing else to do besides pack up and find somewhere else to hide.
We were broke and cutting our ties with the downtown streets that are wasting time in a town that only sucks a man's soul dry.
The only thing that we can do is lock ourselves up inside our rooms cause we've got 33's and 45's
But nothing makes me feel more than when Big Star comes on
The juke and we all hum along to the songs that make us feel like the general drag of the year is marching on.
It's a shame that we'll spend our lives working 40 a week just for nickels and dimes so I'll turn this thing up loud just to shut up my stupid mind.
Guitars wear out our sleeves, so we'll keep our hearts away in a hotel safe
That we'll visit anytime that we need nobody's company
Where the Sam Cooke songs sing us to sleep and rewrite our dreams to make it feel like nothing's gone wrong.
Because the general drag of the year is marching on.
I'm turning at the corner of a relentless summer
23 seems darker by the day.
If you find me in the gutter in a year that won't turn over
Just pass me by I feel better off that way.
I was out drinking the week
Staying in every night of the weekend
Covering wounds that cut me too deep and cursing out the downtown streets
When all the flowers forgot to bloom cause the rain kept falling in our rooms
We've got nothing else to do besides pack up and find somewhere else to hide.
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016