If the gatekeeper don't know your name,
you'll have to show the ropes you know:
chat about cash and lady folk.
Bring your own damn pack of smokes.
He said “boys it's all just a game
to get broads to know our names.
Don't let yourself get ball and chained.
Go get paid and go get laid.”
Strutting in the old black night.
A few chests in a line,
looking for a fuck or a fight.
Full of fire, full of life.
Rational animals,
strutting through the carnival.
The sound the light and the flesh.
A Friday night in your Sunday best.
A banker dressed up as a lumberjack.
Saving for a car, saving for a shack.
The names of wolves in history books:
the took the meals, they took the girls.
He wants to be a gun.
Strutting in the old black night.
A few chests in a line,
looking for a fuck or a fight.
Full of fire, full of life.
Rational animals,
strutting through the carnival.
The sound the light and the flesh.
A Friday night in your Sunday best.
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022