The audio on this video is crap but lordy, I'm not quite sure what that is introducing The Trash Can Sinatras, a band that looking back now may have been a precursor for my current darlings Frightened Rabbit. Not so similar in sound, perhaps, but in clever wordplay, most definitely.

"Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of "Oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
Turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again"

So good... to me, anwyay. I found some poetry I wrote as a teenager recently and it was seriously embarrassing. To the valley of shame and beyond. No wonder I stopped with that. Goodness.

Labels: music, obscurity knocks, song for a day, the trash can sinatras