I wouldn't trade my little eight room house for you
I got one missus and I don't want two
I love you baby but you don't understand
That feeling you is fine and kissing you is grand
But I wouldn't trade my little eight room house for you
Water tastes fine but money tastes sweeter
And I'd rather have a fire than a paraffin heater
I wouldn't give my little wooden wife for you
Some men think babies are cute
And darling I know I'm a dream come true
But I wouldn't trade my little eight room life for you
Lord knows the train tracks are pretty
But I'd rather drive my Rolls Royce around the city
I wouldn't give my little eight room house for you
The New York songwriter appeals with sunny power chords, but it’s the direct vulnerability that get you in the end. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 25, 2019
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019