I’m drawing a blank
Picture on the wall
Can’t you see there’ nothing at all
And it’s ten feet tall
I’m shooting a blank
Pistol in the air
hear it whistle as it tears
Through the clothes you wear
Come inside
And see what I
Have instore for you
Don’t be too shy
Try it on
I’m never wrong
I think you’ll think it’s cute
And it matches my birthday suit
And tie
My oh my oh my oh my
I’m drawing a blank
Picture on the wall
Can’t you see there’ nothing at all
And it’s ten feet tall
I’m shooting a blank
Pistol in the air
hear it whistle as it tears
Through the clothes you wear
And if you wait just a little while
All your clothes will come back in style
Filling up the empty spaces
With images my mind erases
Pretty places
Famous faces
Black Converse with pink shoelaces
I’m drawing a blank
Picture on the wall
Can’t you see there’s nothing at all
And it’s ten feet tall
I’m shooting a blank
Pistol in the air
hear it whistle as it tears
Through the clothes you wear
Through the clothes you wear
Through the clothes you wear
Through the clothes you wear
Power pop is a pretty formulaic genre -- a glorious formula, but still, predictable enough that lots and lots of bands can pull off a "perfect" blend of melody, harmony, jangle and crunch a time or two in the course of their careers. But I can't name another record that hits the magic spot EVERY SINGLE TRACK. This is so f$%#ing good. Craig O'Neill