When you were one I was minus two. I stay up late at night wondering what it means to be you. It's always inconclusive. You offer no solutions. Wrote three songs in a week about you and the way I was torn apart completely by the thoughtless things you'd always say. Hung what you made on my wall. Took it down. Tore it up. You made me soft then you made me tough. Keep saying its okay. Keep saying its fine. I was always yours. Were you ever mine?
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
I am pretty sure I love this album because of lines like this:
"Time cast a spell on you and you will forget me
I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me
I will follow you down ’til the sound of my voice still haunts you
You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you" . Somehow they hit really hard, even though the instrumentation is coercing you to sway back and forth in a positive form. quiet_calm_deceased