I remember saying words I didn't mean at the time
When I knew it was not right but it felt good so I lied
And each sentiment can fade
As do we in their wake
It doesn't mean we need to stay
The same in every way
If you don't trust me you might as well say
What were you saying?
It was born of our boredom
And it spawned in the very spot
We took the peaceful times for granted
Maybe we just forgot
A lie can creep into any phrase
But none have in mine of late
My record is not exactly blank
And only have myself to blame
If you don't trust me you might as well say
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden
A beautiful and criminally underrated album, complete with utterly unique lyrics, ethereal guitar, and stunning bass work. The soundtrack to some very, very good years. wack_jilliams
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018