Well the shots
Go down
Just a bit too easy now, wooooooheeee
How convenient, one more round, oopsy!
It may be three
But please don’t
Try to follow me home
I’ve got a few things
To work out
On my own
After the glow
You showed up
And had said
“I’ll be gone by the weekend”
You just shrugged
And turned red
Told me, “You’re already out of my head”
It’s okay
I don’t mind
But it gets harder all the time
To feel malignant
And pretend
It’s fine
And the sky’s so bright
You just shut your mouth
Then close your eyes
It just feels so good when the timing’s right
Now you’re all alone and nowhere really
Feels like home
So I’ll run along
Across your back lawn
Knowing I was wrong
You weren’t supposed to feel the weight
Of my feeble, cold mistakes
It’s so hard to feel a way
When your only thought’s a route to escape
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