After a while, I look back on our memories
Every old feather and cap that we wore
And it's a pity, I guess, that I held it against you,
I'd let any friend of mine look through my drawers
Yes, any old friend can come look through my drawers.
And you aren't any stranger for wearing a bowler,
And you aren't out of bedlam for shining a shoe,
And you can come by my neighbourhood any old Thursday,
For all of the neighbours are wearing hats too.
Yes, all of the neighbours are wearing hats too.
All of the members of parliament,
All of the ladies of Kensington,
All of the lads in the military,
Every old man between pulpit and pew
Is wearing one too.
All of the statues in Birmingham,
All of the horses in Yorkshire,
All of the schoolboys in Liverpool,
Even you, friend, in your crotchety shirt
Have a way to wear hats that nobody has seen before,
That nobody has seen before.
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Baby, don't you know we specialize
Baby, don't you know we specialize
In Parts!
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016
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