Well I’ve been comin in hot
Pistols drawn
A little provocation
To get me going
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
I'm begging for forgiveness
I need some grace
Passive agressive cadence
Puts me in place
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
And I don’t like the looks of
Someone always getting hurt
Birds and flowers wherever you go
It takes a lot of effort to be alone
It’s not working out so well
Gone and hurt myself
The shit you’ve been talking to me
You raise a few good points
I must admit that I agree
I’m coming out of a funk
A lovers quarrel
It’s not a lack of candor
That puts me off
Spoiled with adulation
what’s yours is mine
Send me your salutations
And hold your fire
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
And I don’t like the looks of
Someone always getting hurt
Little voices in stereo
It's quite pathetic but at least I know
Birds and flowers wherever you go
It takes a lot of effort to be alone
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2024