In an American Apparel v-neck
You had acid under your tongue
Choked up by the strobe light
On the the edge of 21
Parachuting to your town
Oh no my dumbass glory days
I remember the pills I took
And all the songs you used to play
You were runnin' around your hopes and dreams
You could feel it in your bones
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
Roll it all away
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
You're runnin' thru the rave
That candy flip really tripped you up
But that DJ hit you know it saved your ass
It's 3 a.m. you're gonna miss some class
In the laser light
This will never last
By the time you got to the Denny's
Your whole crew was comin' down
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
Roll it all away
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
You're runnin' thru the rave
And when the time comes
Oh you're gonna want it back
Some people overdose
And some start sellin' ads
And I could talk to you bout what we both will come to regret
But that don't make no sense
Right now it's 3 a.m.
You're in the strobe light baby
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
Roll it all away
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
You're runnin' thru the rave
Roll it all away
Keep runnin'
Gotta get away
Roll it all away
You're runnin'
You're runnin' thru the rave
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
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One of the few artists from Wisconsin who are 'doing their own thing'. The guy has a respectable attitude towards life and some pretty decent songcraft. Lucky Oddy