Nobody wants to move [nobody wants to move]
All of our arms are crossed [rather be gettin sauced]
(DO YOU) got too much on your plate
(OR) was it that thing you ate?
(my) condolences for your trouble, cuz it’s
hard to enthusitate, I kno\\
Your closet is full of bones, your life is inside a phone
The future is lookin gray, you’re longing for yesterday
(BUT ITS) never too late to try
(EVEN THE ) soggiest blankets can dry
(NO ONE) ever said that is easy,
cuz its not… (I do declare that)
It’s hard to be fun
When nobody move
(Y’all) immune to the groove
You have my deepest sympathy
It’s hard to get down
(When the) feet all around
(Are) glued to the ground
It’s hard (I do declare!)
When yer dopamine up and dies, when the sparks disembark your eyes
Even alcohol doesn’t move you, the way that it used ta do
enjoyment is such a slog, we’re all bein’ bumps on logs,
We can lead the damn horse to water, but you
can’t make the pony party, (just push him in) (horse sound effect!!)
It’s hard to be fun
When nobody moves
Y’all immune to the groove
You have my deepest sympathy
It’s hard to get down
When the feet all around
Are glued to the ground
It’s hard (I do declare!)
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