Drive through the snow
Work's rough, I know it
Smoke break outside against the wall
Small talk they don't know, they wanna know
If only I stayed in the van when he unzipped his jeans I could have
Trembled, froze, and not ran from the scene as he reached for my hand
I'd only confide in you so you felt like you knew the pain
Pick up the kids
Weekend with them planned
Camping upstate and they can't wait
Silence lakeside, I dip my feet and close my eyes
If only my pops packed his bags, absconded with his porno mags
In divorce court there'd be no white flags
At home my mom would make drinks for her dates
They'd wait and wink while she picked out a negligee
I race through time to find old gray me pouring tea
He speaks, he sighs and describes what he sees but I run
If only I were locked up in a cellar somewhere without food
And all my captors burnt me with their cigarettes and stripped me nude
Three months later cops would show and neighbors and the news crews
credits
from The Overcoat,
released April 5, 2011
Instruments recorded by Ryan Hizer
Vocals recorded by David Klug
Dark but designed to move you, this Dallas group uses menacing synths and popping live drum to make heavily rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2019