THE CYRENAICS – The Sound Of A Doomed Friday…

26 Friday 2016

TrackNight

THE CYRENAICS
Not the hedonist Greek philosophers
no, it’s a tortured psychedelic combo
out of Richmond, Virginia – over the ocean…
with tales about the abandoned MaryLou
and her baby during WW III and grooves
to soundtrack her miserable existence…

MaryLou

I see you’re raising your eyebrows
I understand, I did too when I met
this velvet pack from the underground
and heard their doomed Friday song
but trust me, it’s special, ugly beautiful,
give it a try…

It’s a lonely Friday night.
I’ve been in Memphis all my life.
And in the phone booth I thought it would end.
Cuz’ I never got the letter that I thought you would send.

It’s a lonely Friday night.
I’ve been in Memphis all my life.
It’s a lonely don’t you know it is a lonely Friday night.
I stand there, it was Memphis with a bottle of wine.
Ya’ know it’s on the radio.

Wishin’ for the days of picking grass.
High in the meadow dancing barefoot on breakin’ glass .
It’s a lonely Friday night.

It’s a lonely Friday night.
I’ve lived in West Memphis all my life.
In the phone booth I thought it would end.
But I never got a letter that I thought you would send

Cyrnecais

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