there's products to be sold
drawn up and in a row
compliments every day
no pain than there's no me
we like to feel used up
exhausted and no fun
we make up all we say
no pain then there's no gain
and when we fake it, our love is not our own
and when we take it, our house is not our home
each year makes up each song, and we all sing along
and when we make it, our time cuts to the bone
A compilation of Nathan Williams' oddball, sample-led brainstorms. A sonic romp through doo-wop, folk, Cambodian pop and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2017