Stuck between New York and Boston,
The back roads in New Hartford and the trouble I'd get in.
Left to see the world in a van;
I'm done being a kid, it's time to be a man
Jason told me things are better up north,
There's a killer scene there and Mass has beautiful girls.
Maybe someday my scene will change
But no matter of wishing will take the pain away.
And so we sing for my new england expats,
The Brooklyn Dodgers and the St. Louis Jazz.
We all dreams, we all have doubts
But in my heart, we make it out.
Now all my friends have settled down
And no one else seems tired of shitty fucking town
In my dreams I make it off the ride,
I yell "stop" and make peace without ever breaking stride.
Jason says things get better when we're gone,
I90s not the way out - it's just the road we're on.
Left to tour the world and watch the fall.
Came back empty saying we almost had it all.
ooh.
credits
from Fish Can Drown,
released October 20, 2017
(Bogosian)
Dan Bogosian - Bass guitar, Lead guitars, Lead vocals
Adam McDonald - Trumpet
Matt Palmer - Rhythm guitar, Backing vocals
Ray Neshko - Drums
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018