Social parasite
Go on and suck the blood out
Sweet concubine
Right out of my ankles
You always stop me in my tracks
Make me sick while you grow thick
And I’m sorry that the task
Is one you could not give back
The itch never seems to feel worth the scratch
Just cause you strike gold
Don’t mean you’re showing off
But there’s only pain in the life you
Might have lost
Which feels so familiar
So it might seem
Don’t be inspired
By the real-life horror scenes
It’s the demons that are starving
That still haunt me in my dreams
Keep me tied up and bound
Souls halfway to hell
With my face buried in the ground
Well I’m terrible at being a human being
You seem like a guy who’d like me strictly
By the way I dress
And you still look like a mess
But it’s cool, man, don’t deal with the stress
Sharp, smart lyrics set to ’60s rock melodies, the latest from Daily Worker is the sound of yesterday with a contemporary edge. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2023
This batch of quarantine recordings by Texas musician Daily Worker recalls the classic lo-fi days of GBV, with hissy sonics and huge hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 14, 2020
As an emo fan of a certain age (i.e. old), this album feels like such a gift because I can pretend it's the sequel to Brand New's "Deja Entendu" that we'll never get. Had this come out in 2003, like "The Room's Too Cold" or "War All The Time," we'd already be reading 20th anniversary oral histories about the making of this classic album (guess we'll just have to wait until 2040). A stunner, front to back. mattgraupman