And I can’t see you from your head down bellow the crowd
But I would like to say that meeting you was such a sad day for me
Meeting you was such a sad day indeed
And I can’t see you from your waist down bellow the crowd
But I would like to say that meeting you left me in dismay
You really wrecked my day
Oh and It’s hard to be feeling this sorry
Knowing that if you were caught
Then you'd be taught to run away by now
It makes me sick in my bones
That living away from home for so long
Can make me feel like this
And squash an optimist
But if you did it wouldn’t last long the vagabonds are all out to say
That being you is such a bad way to be
Being you is such a bad way indeed
And I can see it on your face now
Beneath a scowl that you can feel our pain
But being you is just a little, it’s just a little game
And it hurts to hold onto the hand that sewed
Itself to my frail grip, and my upper lip
Is red and blue by now
And I'm just gonna set in a mould
In the shape of an object that never grows old
And crumbles when it hits someone monotonous like you
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019