She was the kind of girl laughed at her first broken heart
Daring the world to try to keep them apart
Staring out with bedroom eyes
All she can do is fantasize
He was the kind of guy played with matches and knives
Burning them out, his home was smashed to the ground
Holding out for better times
No more room for compromise
There's not enough champagne to wash away the shame
Everybody's got a secret to hide
And all of the time he's not by your side
Everybody's got a secret to hide
Her name was on his sleeve for the whole world to see
His hand was on his sheets, remind her the way it used to be
An empty house is not a home
Can't live together, can't live alone
The excellent Barcelona label House of (S)PUNK is back with a five-song comp showcasing the local hardgroove scene. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2024