Check your facts
Pay your tax
Above the poor
Below the law
Can't tell the difference 'tween the truth and a lie
It's not hard to read between the lines
Blame the rent
On immigrant
We get screwed if we stay or we leave
They won't be happy 'til we pay for the air that we breathe
Listen to that loathsome dogwhistle blow
Listen to that loathsome dogwhistle blow
Fat Cats! (bend the knee)
Fat Cats! (bend the knee)
Fat Cats! (bend the knee)
Boss Class! (bend the knee)
Boss Class! (bend the knee)
Boss Class! (bend the knee)
Unequal opportunity
Gold Lift! (bend the knee)
Gold Lift! (bend the knee)
Gold Lift! (bend the knee)
They're standing in a gold lift!
It's the Sunmail Express
The Sunmail Express
Welcome to the unenlightenment
Far right! (bend the knee)
Far right! (bend the knee)
Far right! (bend the knee)
Destructive ideology
Hard left! (bend the knee)
Hard left! (bend the knee)
Hard left! (bend the knee)
Obstructive ideology
Gold lift! (bend the knee)
Gold lift! (bend the knee)
Gold lift! (bend the knee)
He's standing in a gold lift!
I will not bend the knee
I will not bend the knee
I will not bend the knee
To fundamental zealotry
I will not bend the knee
To fascist ideology
I will not bend the knee
To Tango Mussolini
Gold Lift!
Gold Lift!
Gold Lift!
He's standing in a gold lift
Gold lift!
Gold Lift!
Gold Lift!
It doesn't represent me.
I love the album and am making some deep grooves in Way of the World, Riverside, Sidewinder and This is Our Year. But I especially love Holiday in the Sun, as it’s so relaxing and relatable…
greggy
Delightfully unpredictable debut from a New York electronic producer and composer with backgrounds in psychedelic rock, jazz, and indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024
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 always love Nicky Wire's lyrics - their wisdom, wit, sadness, and rebellion. Wire ages almost painfully gracefully. This particular song feels like it was written for me (it probably wasn't) because of some letters and art I sent or tried to send Wire a long time ago when I was in a mental health crisis. In any case, it seems to be about someone who had the stupid and embarrassing experience of loving a famous stranger they know only from their art. richeychthonic