I spent my life inside a grocery store
My parents salt and brine they shoved me out the door
Now people celebrate, the moment that I’m gone
You might say you miss me but I guarantee you’re wrong
Cuz I gravitate toward graveyards
I agitate with age
Too boring to be wild
Too unwise to be a sage
I’m the bottom of the barrel
This is what you get when there is nothing else left
You can do me right, or do me dirty- in my position, there’s no special requests
It’s rotten but it’s where it suits me best
I broke the record for how far you can fall
That’s not a brag- I’m sincerely pitiful
When the universe gave me lemons- I became a pickled egg
I say with no hyperbole- you can’t take me down one peg
Cuz I gravitate towards graveyards
I agitate with age
Too boring to be wild
Too unwise to be a sage
I’m the bottom of the barrel
This is what you get when there is nothing else left
You can do me right, or do me dirty- in my position, there’s no special requests
It’s rotten but it’s where it suits me best
An old bedroom pop favorite out of the UK. Goes on a real journey from folk to synthpop and outdoes itself as it goes. LOVE "Skipmaid," "Girl From Barri Island," "Nest Longs to Play Cricket" GLAT
Often dark and bleak but often quite shimmery and beautiful. Literally goes well with nature. Favorites: "Cardboard", "Panna a Netvor", "Gilroy" and "A Wilderness." It gon' haunt you! GLAT
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020