I was useless and lonely so I got myself out
I grew out my beard and I moved to the south
But an empty apartment does not a home make
Now I'm useless and lonely in a far away place
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
The cruellest of mistress' cruellest of tricks
And your obvious opulence gives me the shits
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
Now I'm uncertain about where I sit
I'm paddling upstream through this miserable bullshit
Things look up only to look down again
When you stop looking it usually rains
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
The cruellest of mistress' cruellest of tricks
And the temperature's temperamental as all shit
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
I spend my time spinning backwards
Borrowing springs from the mattress
Used to have promise and maybe potential but now that's gone
It's over and done with and all I have left is...
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
You upper class, backward arse, fuck of a city
You're winning in increasing increments
Sydney, Sydney
You son of a bitch
Folk-Punk?! What! Used to love them to the point where I embraced Markwell's self-destructiveness, self-pity, contempt towards her friends, and delusions of grandeur. Do you know why? she had the soul, genius, emotional whimsy and dare to meet us in a world where getting a dog tattoo is "too ambitious," James Joyce is an insult, and whoever says "no" to romantic advances gets crushed in the end. Let's just say, she has more bones to pick with the males than any other artist I'm aware of. OQ
I've always stayed away from punk sort of stuff, because a lot of it just doesn't do much for me, but The Football Club is definitely an exception, and has started turning me to look for more artists, because I can't get enough of this style Monkeyfish
The Canadian pop-punk band deliver their biggest-sounding album to date, rooted in full-bodied production and cheery nihilism. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 5, 2022