Taken from "Fiction Man" 2004
"Horizon prizes
And arrow noses
Bad practice attracts
Like axis magnets
Well then run son run
run son run
run son run
Get back up to run, son
Freeze me up
From going down the stomach pump
Can't spit me
Far enough to trust me
Well then run son run
run son run
run son run
Get back up to run, son
It's how to chase you, son
It's how to make you run"
A very upbeat and uplifting song from the often overlooked Fiction Man album. Sometimes the percussion on this song feels like its about to collapse but the whole thing just manages to hold together. I would imagine this song would go down well at an Indie club in a Sebadoh rockathon type way. Cool.
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
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