I used to sort of be ashamed to be myself,
I used to sort of try and hide and try and act like someone else,
I used to sit alone and cry sometimes and curse my own reflection, how sad,
Hearing laughter through the walls, it can’t all be that bad,
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
When we first met it felt like we’d been friends for so much longer.
You were hanging at the snooker club and you were acting kind of hyper,
You said you’d met the ghosts of Maya Angelou and Rowdy Roddy Piper,
It’s like a cloud was hanging over me until the day we texted for the first time,
And the world just got a little brighter.
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This might be the tightest "indie garage pop-tending-rock" album I know of.
Arrangements are top notch.
Correcting a glaring omission in my collection here by buying the Beths albums while it's still _just_ NZ Music Month!
What an opening track!
Jump Rope Gazers and Don't Go Away - instrumentation is outstanding on both tracks - tough choice, any one makes for a worthy choice as fave track. theUtmost