(All lyrics written by Adam Weston, June – November 2011)
I don’t care
About your cough
We live in too small a town
For a crook to transcend into a Stroganov
This town’s still alive
I’ve seen it squirm
You don’t get to pull its plug
You don’t get to step on this worm; I’m firm
When you call me up
I can hear your smirk
Whistle up your pit-bull bitch
She’ll do your dirty work – bat her ‘lids or go berserk
So you bought all the hotels
But they’re only on the browns
You’re trying to cram this town into your wallet
Whilst little green houses tumble from it
I didn't want to say
What it is you said
I never want to do
What you did
I never want to have
Your haughty girlfriend
Industrialist cadaver
Fat-cat road-kill king of haggle
Let me take you back
To before little Dominic was shot
Did you have tycoon posters on your walls?
Did you heed the solipsistic one in some asketic paradox?
I’ve known people like you
Subtle psychopaths
Empathise until the end of the month
You could have me killed or you could have a laugh
I didn't want to say
What it is you said
I never want to do
What you did
I never want to have
Your haughty girlfriend
Industrialist cadaver
Fat-cat road-kill king of haggle
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016