Little town of not no more, hook it up but the beat won’t go. Engine ain’t worked since lord only knows. Pimp that rascal with racing stripes. Best you fellas believe the hype. I’m the king of dominoes. No it ain’t no shame. No head hang low. I used to be so tore up, but not no more. They took the keys and locked the door back in 1974. Moved it on down to Mexico. Now I’m the shaman of the Avenue. Self-help guru with neck tattoo. Pied piper of the surly and the morose. No it ain’t no shame. Don’t let that head hang low. I used to be so tore up, but not no more.
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021