About a shitty, shitty pub I used to meet friends at due to its convenient location.
lyrics
We are alone in here
And we have always been
You have grown comfortable
You are enslaved by a routine
In a rut
A glut of apathy
Indifference abounds
I swear this building can
Really bring me down
None of you guys like it here
You do not actually like it here
But you stay although it’s bleak
And you keep coming back every week
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Your eyes inspecting as
You pull apart your food
You are suspicious that
It might not be cooked
In some parts
You say it’s not that bad
But you are in denial
You know this makes you sick
Your standards have died
Soon as I open the door
The smell it hits my face like a board
And I cannot take much more
The urge to leave here I can’t ignore
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Every time we disagree
Do this every single week
Only cancel under three
We hate the food and the bartenders
We hate the tunes and the old gamblers
We hate the screens, not so much the beer
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Western State Hurricanes were an early iteration of The Long Winters, and some of that band’s beloved songs turn up here in an early state. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2020