This is not a show.
This is not a show.
Don’t fall on me.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
Don’t talk to me about being alone.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
Hello, my friend, are you visible today? You know I never knew that it could be so strange.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don’t get caught.
I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing, I think I thought I saw you try.
It’s an experience, sweet, delirious, supernatural, super serious.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
Look at all the flags and all the banners waving – open up our arms, a magic kingdom, open-armed and greet us all.
Smack, crack, bushwhacked, tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
The magic of the live and acoustic setting shines through for Natalie Merchant and crew.
From jangle pop to post-punk to quiet ballads, this one has great range (and each range is great).
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Do you want this album to seduce you? That’d be a yes.