My old man loves a slap at the pub
One hundred stiff down the plug
“It’s just money” he says
“Can’t take it when you’re dead”
And fends off my disputes with a shrug
The sad thing dad is we all lag behind
With pokie machines and speeding fines
The bank of life says
We’re all in deep debt
So moneys quite nice to have while alive
So we’ll just exchange
A judgemental gaze
While he slaps and I suck on my ciggie
His wallet’s having as much fun
As the air in my lungs
It’s as bad as him smoking them with me
Ah the age
Ah the ages
My old man loves a slap at the pub
Switched to light beer, it’s nicer on his gut
“It’s better” he says
“Than headaches in bed
And it’s winning me points with your mum”
And well just exchange
An eye level gaze
Before the taxi man gives him a call
“Good to see ya dad”
“You too possum, I’m glad
To see that you’re not smoking anymore”
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024