Hang around that same place every night
Those people that never get old
Those songs that never get old
Those times that never get old
You hang around that same old car
Those roads those roads that never get old
They lead us to the same place that we go every night
A place with the light always on you can hang around
You can slang those songs, you can bang those toms up now
And you don't even know what to say
You never even know what to say
Take the fish hook out of your brain
You're sounding the same
And everybody's starting to throw your records out the door
And I don't know if I appreciate them anymore
So how can I even back up or get behind some ship that sailed a long Time ago the songs are over
The night is boring
The night is boring, you're boring me i'm going to go back to sleep
**There he goes, a leopard in the snow, a bastard in a bar another Asshole who doesn't care. A million and one affairs, were all sick of Climbing stairs
Another aspect feeling of a crude; another asshole feeling
The night is over, the night is over you're killing me i'm going to go back To sleep**
With its gradually-unspooling grooves and danceable beats, the debut effort from Swedish psych band Hollow Ship entices with every listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020
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