Sitting on the wall overlooking the street, I glance at your face, stare back at my feet. Every night on my walk home, I walk past your home. See if the car's in the driveway, just keep walking either way. I never notice til the moment it happens. In the water on my back with my eyes wide open. Wondering if you felt how I felt. I think I'd rather float forever than even find out. You ask what I intend to to. I believe in trying. You do too. What I want and what I need, so consistently such different things. What you say versus what you do makes it so hard to trust you. I could dedicate my life to making this turn out alright but we'll work hard to make it good then it'll apart just like it should. Everything with time.
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