Driving at night
You turned out all the lights
Leaning back in a chair
We stop and take a right, take a right
Mist seeps through the trees
You get down on your knees
Sirens flashing, I am crashing and you
Take the keys, take the keys
We're syncopated
Intoxicated
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
Vindicated
You'll never make it
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
I bought a new car
We drove it off the lot
Bought the fuzzy dice, the price was right
We took it far, took it far
On highways and air
The wind rushed through your hair
We were cruising the roads
You whispered your name into my ear
We're syncopated
Intoxicated
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
Vindicated
You'll never make it
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
A work of art
The Toyota won't start
I look into your eyes
A boot pushes my face into the dirt
A work of art
The Toyota won't start
I look into your eyes
A boot pushes my face into the dirt
We're syncopated
Intoxicated
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
Vindicated
You'll never make it
Take on me, I'm hiding in the back seat
Car sick
I'm car sick
Car sick
I am car sick
Car sick
I'm car sick
Car sick
I am car sick
Car sick
I'm car sick
Car sick
I am car sick
Middle Aged Queers manage to take some old school punk sounds and do something new with them. The lyrics are funny, scathing, dark and sexy all at once. And this record is just fun as hell. Chris O.
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020