Open roads, broken rope
Sign me up, give me will
To keep the hounds from sitting still
Any longer
Red skies at night,
The mornings white
The sky is blue
The sky is green
Am I, to you, to intervene?
The fire’s like the gasoline
And you are like the smoke
You’re always leaving
But you’re never gone
You’re everywhere at once
Like a true phenomenon
So take me down your old back roads
And show me where you go
That god may help me know it
When I see it
I could use a job
But I ain’t for hire
You ask and you receive
Or you learn to make believe
The fire’s like the gasoline
And you are like the smoke
(chorus)
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Relive the potent punk rock blast of NYC group The Hissyfits with this comp showcasing them in all of their snarling, hooky glory. Bandcamp New & Notable May 6, 2024
Re-live the rip-roaring, hooky-as-hell punk rock of The Hissyfits with this new collection, which compiles their first two cassettes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024