Amongst no strangers here, the house on Jubilee
You’ll meet some foggy folk, some gentlemen and me
But by the end if we’re not friends you’ll surely see
The sweetness found in our fine company
And bros with baseball caps and aviators on
Will flip their collars down and join us in a song
The bros with cut-up cords will join them arm in arm
While belting out the words they know they’re wrong
To show the world their weekend’s bliss
The girls will take their instant pics
But here the Internet won’t matter
While staying up all night together
The Beast Coast is the place for me!
With every bottle opened there’s adventure being born
But someone’s in our backyard and their puking up a storm
The room is sweating hot
Your manliness seems lost
So sissy drinks go in the sink tonight we’re drinking scotch!
The rumours on the dance floor say the Purple House is dead
But everyone’s still flocking to the party here instead
Whilst upstairs strangers bone
And downstairs folks get stoned
And in between we’re dancing to the college radio
Who’s ever heard of noise complaints? Who’s ever heard of pain?
Fury from a broken blender doesn’t match the fame
From hosting grateful guests
We’re never gonna rest
Until I’ve loved you all enough to know who I detest
The cocaine on the table paints a picture of dismay
The motto goes, “to each their own”, but cops on their way
Like rabid dogs at pounds
The house will be put down
So open up your wallets, at the bar we need some rounds!
We tried our best to go on like this
You’d lost your faith and I, I lost my taste in trying hard
I’m running barefoot through the yard
But thinking back to that bar I called home
I miss the beaches on that coast, that Eastern coast I used to roam
And walked them all night on my own
We sat upon a throne I thought we ruled
And made up laws that don’t exist
Down at the Beast Coast I was a fool
Some wielder of unsharpened tools
The days were mild but those nights were bold
So many homes in strangers’ cold backyards, we weren’t afraid
Of living carefree on the stage
But I was afraid of braking knowing I’ve no brakes!
Though seven years have passed since their last release, the band’s hooky, slightly shoegazey sound remains intact with hints of gothic gloom and ramshackle synth-pop. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 7, 2020
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