I ain’t got no gas
So I can’t drive away
I ain’t got no money
Cuz I haven’t worked for weeks
I ain’t got no mind
Because it’s soaked in wine and beer
I ain’t got no heart
Cuz I fucked it up so it can’t beat
Scrounge through the pantry
For a bite to eat
There ain’t nothing but ice cubes
And moldy hot dog rolls
Pull out the old guitar and blues
Cuz if there ain’t food the body
There’s food for the soul
If you got a soul
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020