Saturday On The Circle
rock, Snarling British Invasion garage rock, tight 3-piece band. Crunchy tube-driven guitars on the edge of breakup, punchy drums, round melodic bass. Verses dry and close with swagger; choruses explode with doubled male vocals and gang shouts. Brief middle-eight breakdown with tom-heavy groove, then a ragged, shout-along final hook., male vocals, garage rock, british invasion
Saturday On The Circle
rock, Snarling British Invasion garage rock, tight 3-piece band. Crunchy tube-driven guitars on the edge of breakup, punchy drums, round melodic bass. Verses dry and close with swagger; choruses explode with doubled male vocals and gang shouts. Brief middle-eight breakdown with tom-heavy groove, then a ragged, shout-along final hook., male vocals, garage rock, british invasion
Lyrics
Verse 1
Alarm rings, I miss it
Kicked the can down the hall
Kettle screams in the kitchen
Tea stains on the wall
Old suit, same ticket
Bus stop, cold rain fall
New shoes on the pavement
Heart itches for a brawl
Chorus
Saturday on the Circle
I’m hanging by a thread
Shouting at the traffic
Got your voice in my head
Saturday on the Circle
Still running in place
Every door looks open
Till it slams in my face (hey!)
Verse 2
Newsstand, cracked mirror
Tie skewed, crooked grin
You said, “Grow up, get clearer”
I just dug my heels in
Shop girls roll their eyes
Old boys talk in smoke
I’m humming old alibis
Punchline of my own joke
Chorus
Saturday on the Circle
I’m hanging by a thread
Shouting at the traffic
Got your voice in my head
Saturday on the Circle
Still running in place
Every door looks open
Till it slams in my face
Bridge
Maybe I’ve been chasing ghosts
Round and round this crooked road
If I step off, will I fall?
Or finally feel anything at all? (woah)
Chorus
Saturday on the Circle
I’m hanging by a thread
Shouting at the traffic
Got your voice in my head
Saturday on the Circle
This town’s got me traced
But I’ll tear up the map now
Leave the circle in flames (hey!)
Leave the circle in flames