hop along | tibetan pop stars
Philadelphia indie garage rockers Hop Along gives us a beyond ample excuse to revisit 2012. It was a quaint little album titled Get Disowned and an even obscurer foursome bearing the appellation Hop Along. Seems unassuming enough, except not. Now all would have been well and fine, and the band may well have enjoyed the small unknown existence some bands woefully aspire to be. You know the whole suffering for one’s art thing. Masochistic yes, but it’s a thing. But there was one damn problem, a foible in the plan christened Frances Quinlan. Damn her. If only she’d kept her lovely soundtracked mouth shut and her seductively warped vocals to her damn self we would have all been better off. But alas she didn’t and we’re not. We’re not because I for one can’t get enough of her rustic rock delivery, which make her beautiful pained lyrics all the more so. And, if we’re honest with ourselves it was very specifically the track Tibetan Pop Stars. It was this song, with it’s acrimonious lyrics and paranormal voiced passion. It undone us. You fuckers. I fell in love with an off kilter and highly sentimental ode to heartbreak and enmity. And so yes, Hop Along’s release Get Disowned is a no-brainer for an apt Throwback Thursday nod, and may I suggest you replay all damn day? Thanks Frances. Psst! I also included Hop Along’s wonderful follow up release, Painted Shut (2015).Peace.
Band: Hop Along
Album: Get Disowned
Featured Track: Tibetan Pop Stars
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Tibetan Pop Stars: Lyrics
How content are with ones with simple demands? They meet their fiancés cherry picking out in Canada.
While cursing the river, a seven fingered man, his three sleepless wives all equally sick of him.
Honey I left to see some action. What’s with all these swamps? All I’m passing are hospitals and space-camps. Nobody is asking me “What about your other?” If they did I’d tell them you’re a
Stanger in India
I’m gonna be creepin’ on you so hard
You’re seducin’ Tibetan pop stars and
Wreckin’ motor-cars
I know its true. This Is wrong love. Why is everything so expensive? Maybe in two years you can forgive me. I’ll be living kinder. I’ll have found my place as a
Stanger in India
I’m gonna be creepin’ on you so hard
You’re seducin’ Tibetan pop stars and
Wreckin’ motor-cars
A stranger in India. Doing ok so far. I’m just waiting on the feathers and tar. You are the only one. You are.
Nobody deserves you the way that I do.
Come home my stranger in India because waiting on you is too hard. The reason I haven’t written back is because I’m still doing all that bad sh** I was.
My love is average. I obey an average law.