The voice is… the voice is like the spring rain beating down on my window outside. Refreshing, and with the smell of pears.
I’m going to slip my fingers inside you. Is that all right?
One day I will have friends like these people, and my life will be grand indeed.
It’s The Darkness rolled into the JAMMS isn’t it? But slicker and more disposable (not an insult).
She’s got the old school flow and shit.
Just fuck man and enjoy yourselves and get wasted and listen to sweet, sweet music all life long because this fucking sweet, sweet music is going to last you all life long.
If only everything had this much grace, and charm, and a piano.
One of the greatest Australian rock songs ever.
The School are one of the very few bands that make Christmas in Brisbane make perfect sense.