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I may not come home for weeks at a time, but don’t worry darlin’, I’m probably fine. I don’t think I’m dying, at least not just yet, down here on the pavement, covered in newsprint. I’m filthy and I’m tired but I’m whole. I’m drunk and I’m broke, but I guess that’s why we thank god for chords. I may not come outta this one alive, so tonight, let’s go dancing, let’s drink this town dry. Let’s raise hell like old times, let’s kiss god with a smile. Don’t ever forget you were mine – if there’s one thing I ever did right. ‘Cause they’ll help you up, just so they can knock you back down again. They’ll smile at you ‘cause they know you’re a fool. Like lost souls searching downtown for a cigarette, with the buffalo gone there’s no more wild west. No more action, just acting, no more passion, just fancies, we just die of, don’t die for. Despite all of our riches we’re poor. So here’s our refrain: our poor judgement, our bad taste. Here’s to when we still thought we could be saved. So keep your head up, try to stay sober enough to walk – it’s all that we’ll have at the end of the day.
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021