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All vinyl albums come with a digital download code.
Includes unlimited streaming of Classical and Cool Jazz
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
Purchasable with gift card
$40AUDor more
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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
This song was written after I had a bad falling out with some close friends that never really got resolved, this led to a depression that stayed with me for years and in the early stages of this unravelling I felt extremely isolated and alone. I don’t remember writing the initial melody or chords for the song, but the lyrics came from a place of pure sadness and for some reason hilarious quotes from my friend Cal during a game of Pictionary. The chorus was originally written as “Maybe I shouldn’t worry about, friends who’ve got no love to give” until my friend Kev Walsh suggested I change to line to ‘Those’ instead of ‘Friends’ which made the chorus way more accessible and gave it a deeper meaning, thanks Kev!
We recorded this live as a three-piece and then enlisted help from Oskar Herbig who tracked both the guitar solos and Grace Cummings who sung all the harmonies, Grace and I sort of jokingly ad-libbed the last two chorus’s together in the same mic, and it turned out to be one of the better takes, so we kept it in.
lyrics
Cut mad like a snake that’s stepped on
A deep bite with deep pain
Been spitting venom all across town
Trying to ease a little of your pain
But don’t you remember where I stand?
In the crowd happily watching
Oh maybe I shouldn’t worry about
Those who got no love to give
I was never one to be cruel
But I put my hand into the flame
Took me for some kind of foolish youngster
Who didn’t have what it takes
Who’s gonna take off your boots
And turn off your lamp?
Who’s gonna pry that wet cigarette
from your clenched hand?
Oh maybe I shouldn’t worry about
Those who got no love to give
This is the sort of punk album 99% of US acts would give their left nut to put out!! And TR brings an outstanding melodic element and some cracking vocals and lyrics! What a great collection of tunes!!! Get this album up ya, and then pass it on to your gen Z kids, mates!!! Ralph Douglas