Got a feeling that the winds are changing
The storm is coming, clouds are rearranging
Batten down the hatches, I've been through worse before
Crashed a car into a grand old oak tree
Prayed for nothing but a long, long ghost sleep
I can take this, yet I'm passed out here on the floor
She doesn't wanna talk, I know that I'm a fool
Got a tattoo of her face to cover up a bruise
I really gotta know if she'll answer the phone
Or let it go straight to voicemail
She said she'd meet me at the karaoke
The one at which we met and where she told me
I felt different than the other boys she'd had
She sang the Crystals while she drank her whiskey
She took to finishing and then she kissed me
And now I'm sat here with my seventh empty in hand
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