Suddenly I am driving on down South street, and wishing on a star
To end up at your doorstep with records in my arms
Don’t mind the dust.
Could I just come in for a few minutes?
I think you’ll find I haven’t changed much
Too much
And now we are standing at your table speaking at the shelves
Ignoring that we are shells of former cells
So how have you been
Tell me when you last heard from anyone else
I get the feeling you’re not the same
As...you were
And I don’t mind at all
Pick a side and turn it up
Let’s get lost
Like we used to
Let’s get lost
Take us back to Easton where that reckless party was
We fell asleep together, I woke up to your shoves
It’s all my fault
These thoughts turned me upside down and backwards
I tried but I just don’t feel the pain, it’s not the same
I tried to accept the pain, except the blame
But I don't mind at all
Pick a side and turn it up
Let's get lost
Like we used to
Let's get lost
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020
Slaughter Beach, Dog—a.k.a. Modern Baseball’s Jake Ewald—deliver taut, tuneful indie rock, effortlessly melodic and soaring. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2016