I can't help but feel ashamed
To think I ever gave you the time of day
The worst thing that I ever did for us
Was spend my time and money on the ticket for that bus
Time was so important to me
But still I let you waste mine in the guise of being free
And as for dealing with your sleight of hand
I get paid more to do less in some promised land
Did you realize it would be the end
When you got told that you didn't have any real friends
I didn't think it was so mean of me to point out
Cause every time I saw you there could be no doubt
That your talk worthy of a playground year
Would kill me with its total lack of playground cheer
You could cut your head clean off for me
But still I don't think I'd believe that you could ever bleed
So I left my coat up in your hall
And all my favourite books are still trapped inside your wall
But that's a price I'm too willing to pay
If it means I'll never have to see your face again
Chemistry's a thing that's too easy to deny
And If it weren't I'd blind myself and stare up at the sky
Never knowing you would be a luxury beyond compare
But I'll make do with knowing you were never really there
Pretty much the first recording Ned ever made, playing guitar on the debut album from Tim Pledger's wonderful and long running free-jazz project. Ned Collette
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024