I miss all of those parties that we had,
A hundred sexy girls to every lad,
But none of us could pull for shit, we'd never take one home
We'd drink ourselves to death then share a smoke.
We must've fell in love like once a week,
With every pretty girl that we would see,
I'd think "take me now I'm yours my love, take me as I am",
But we'd be sicking in the toilet, shitting on what chance we had.
We were clowns in the good old days my love,
I miss the brave, bold good old days, my love,
The streets were paved with gold and dreams,
The greatest days we'll ever see,
Oh no.
I miss the endless nights in my front room,
Shit guitars and cartons of home brew,
I'd do it all again my friends, let's do it all again,
Why'd we let the good old days end?
We were clowns in the good old days my love,
I miss the brave, bold good old days, my love,
The streets were paved with gold and dreams,
The greatest days we'll ever see,
Oh no.
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