I've got a brain made out of straw, I've got a heart of tin
And I'm terrified of anything that ever moved an inch
And you may be wondering what in Oz I could offer you
Well, I think I know which way to go, also I'm kinda cute
Take my hand, let's skip along
And we could sing a little song
Of all the things we wish to be if we could only live in dreams
The heights we'd reach
Dorothy, let's go home
Fly a balloon 'til we touch down in Kansas
Dorothy, let's live alone
Make sure that nobody sees where we landed
I'm sick of all the talking trees that never let us go to sleep
The witches obsessed with your feet
So click your heels and find out if this is real
We've been in Oz since we were kids and now we're nearing thirty
Is it too late to become great at anything but flirting?
Let's settle down and have a couple Munchkins of our own
And pretend that time has made us anything approaching grown
I'm no wizard, I'm a man with precious little I can offer
But I can walk your little dog and I won't even charge a dollar
I'd rather live in squalor
So baby, meet me on the brick road tonight, let's live free
Or we could go out to the Emerald City as long as you're with me
These guys tick every box for what I want in music. The melodies, the harmonies, the lyrics. There's a character limit so I'll say there are few perfect records in the world and this is one of them. Karma Gambit
Every song title (and every lyric) is depressing as hell, but it somehow manages to make you feel better about life at the same time. And isn't that perhaps the noblest thing music can do? Karma Gambit