Lucy Hunter - Vocals, bass, piano, reed organ
Fergus Taylor - Guitar
Tim Player - Drums
lyrics
A Year on Your Own
This rat he is mean friend a cat friend of me
He is grey and he lives on Rum Road
Don’t say his name because this rat isn’t tame
He is free
So, what if you spent a year on your own
Would you think that the world was gone
I think we all got it wrong. I think we all got it wrong
Cars are passing incredibly fast
Makes me feel like I’m made out of glass
I think we all got it wrong. I think we all got it wrong
So I spent an hour staring at a chair
To turn around turn around and find it wasn’t there
Knew there was something inconsistent
But I think I might have missed it
That is why I should be more aware
So I spent an hour staring at a chair
To turn around turn around and find it wasn’t there
Knew there was something inconsistent
But I think I might have missed it
That is why I should be more aware
So I dug a hole outside: it was three feet wide
I put myself inside: saw a place to hide
This rat he is mean friend a cat friend of me
He is grey and he lives on Rum Road
Don’t say his name because this rat isn’t tame
He is me
So, what if you spent a year on your own
Would you think that the world was wrong
I think we all got it wrong. I think we all got it wrong
Cars are passing incredibly fast
Makes me feel like I’m made out of glass
I think we all got it wrong. I think we all got it wrong
So I spent an hour staring at a chair
To turn around turn around and find it wasn’t there
Knew there was something inconsistent
But I think I might have missed it
That is why I should be more aware
So I dug a hole outside: it was three feet wide
And put myself inside: for a place to hide
credits
from Opposite Sex,
released November 7, 2011
(c) Hunter, Taylor, Player - 2011