I Live on a street, a street called nothing
In a town where people forget their names
I wonder what Im doing, there’s nothing to hold me
Cause everywhere I look everything seems the same
We want to go to the everglades
We want to go to rome
We want to go fly away
Somewhere far from home
I live on a street, a street full of shadows
Bricked up windows and gardens of stone
There’s secrets in these walls, been hidden for years now
But no one ever heard about the broken bones
We want to go to the everglades
We want to go to rome
We want to go fly away
Somewhere far from home
We want to go to the everglades
We want to go to rome
We want to go fly away
Somewhere far from home
Ill shed these shades of grey that have become me
Shed these shades of grey that have become me
Shed these shades of grey that have become me
Shed these shades of grey
We want to go to the everglades
We want to go to rome
We want to go fly away
Somewhere far from home
Aussie six-piece showcases a buoyant co-mingling of jazz-funk grooves, snappy post-punk riffs, and krautrock motoriks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023