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I found me waking, on a Sunday morning, I'm wondering which way, that old winds gonna blow me, I'm waking up late, with no plan forming, up and out the door, out the door I go, and I laughed at the buildings all standing around, and I laughed at them looking so dumb and temporary, caught a glimpse, of the day I knew they'd all topple down, the way that I do most every day, and I found myself fearing, walking down the alley, of the roads that I've frequented all these long years, terrified of seeing all the faces that I have been, and dreamed about the way that they all used to be, and I'm here standing like a failed old idiot, staring at my crooked old footprint, dreaming about the things that I once held close, and how they took their leave, one by one, brick by brick, toppling all down so I can stack them up again, when all things sad parade before me, I look down, see no blood on my hands, is this not the moment I can be sure, that I'm the one to blame, my world it keeps spinning, always tilting always turning, yes my world it blinks out, past horizons that I know, my sentence is called my sentence is called, and it's blowing on the wind, yessir buddy I know, that I must hold the things that I've got, and I'll that which I hold not, well shit I'll give it a shot, find me out a smile my lord my great god, find me out two deep brown eyes, find me out a smile lord my sweet god, that can laugh at all my moans, and giggle at my cries, and I'll remember what's so fucking funny lord god, of the joke you've made of all our lives, bring her face to mine my lord my sweet god and her lips will teach my own, to smile one more time, in this mist and in this brine, in the stockyards of our crimes, one more time, and I will leave all the first tries, up to they who stand a chance, and I will yield up my claims, to the younger hand, cause I thought too long, and I moved too slow, what a man never done, can never be undone
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
As much as I like the current line up, I do miss the dynamic that Marissa's voice added to the band. Plus, she's one of the better washboard players out there. Terry Aston
Encore de l'excellent Trashgrass de la part des incontournables Days'n'Daze, toujours aussi vivants et "unplugged", dans leur style propre... Mais en plus là, en split-album avec Arroyo Deathmatch que je suis heureux de découvrir et ne démérite pas !
Certes plus calmes (bien que...) et ajoutant notamment une flûte, qui reste discrète mais qui s'y exprime agréablement.
On peut cependant regretter qu'au contraire des Days'n'Daze, il n'y a pas les paroles sur Bandcamp ! EklektikTrip
Australian shambolic pop that uses the generic trope of deadpan ennui to evoke bleak dystopia rather than the usual sunny slacker world. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2016
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024