Take a drink, take the edge off yeah
Take a pill, take a deep breath, yeah
Well if you can't keep up I'll lend a hand
We'll drink whiskey in the promised land
I'm a bottom of the middle class city boy
By the skin of my teeth I get my joy, yeah
Whoa, City Boy, yeah, I'm a city boy
Take it slow, take your clothes off, yeah
Take your time, take your dreams on, yeah
Well it gets like a whirlwind in my head
Hell I'd much rather be with you instead
I'm a bottom of the middle class city boy
By the skin of my teeth I get my joy, yeah
Whoa, City Boy, yeah, I'm a city boy
I love the country, but my feet have seen more pavement in their time
That sits just right with me,
You know I love the way the stars look
Through the powerlines
I love to get away
But I can't shake the city from my veins
City boy, yeah, I'm a city boy
Well there may come a day the city dies
Till that day, here I'll reside
I'm a bottom of the middle class city boy
By the skin of my teeth I get my joy yeah
Ah how, City Boy, yeah, I'm a city boy
Whoa, City Boy, yeah, I'm a city boy
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023