A great guitarist, a middling artist, and a shitty dad.
lyrics
From his tapping toes to his broken nose, it all really goes to show how easy it is to live so low. With his skinny fingers pickin' strings that he bought with a pawned-off wedding ring, at least in this town, no one knows: he's taking the easy way, hitting the road. He's gone like a ghost. To live some cliche about selling your soul. He's gone like a ghost.
When he's slamming back that final pint, he knows he ain't going home tonight. To love or hate, fuck or fight? Leaving high, or staying low. Chalking lines of shitty blow. One more round, it's time to go. He's taking the easy way, hitting the road. He's gone like a ghost. To live some cliche about selling your soul. He's gone like a ghost.
That drinking hole's his second home: a place he knows his wife won't go, and every waitress in here knows those lingering hands, too-friendly lips, and what it takes to get the tip (and all the child support he's missed). He's taking the easy way, hitting the road. He's gone like a ghost. To live some cliche about selling your soul. He's gone like a ghost.
credits
from oil sands,
released August 4, 2016
David Schneider
John Davy
AP Love
Derek Lutz
Scott boy
Hudson & Zoe
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