Mountebank

Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly. Garage rock//alternative//indie folk • Hippie Crippler • "Borne on an Elliott Smith cusp, with a moon rising in Cat Stevens/Tea for the Tillerman winsome pop." —Laurie Gallardo, KUTX Austin Music Minute • live • original • lyrics • sxsw • videos • shows • tour • album • EP • podcasts • twitter • instagram

Old Weed

 Don't care to hear the latest news—
 You can keep the change but can you sense this mood
    coming through?
It's been real nice looking past this dead-faced glare for a wide-eyed gut reaction;
Moments like these can't be denied
  Yet still you'll try.

You found yourself in Prague yet still I'm not so sure
    that you've found me.
I see you're at the window so I go and lock the door— 
 Does that constitute a dick move?
 Through this facebook post won't you take your toll?
Bankrupt my Social Capital.

Humbling statement followed by a lowbrow reprisal
      The group approval to which you're entitled.

Why can't we stay good friends online?
 ...Or was that a slight

Perhaps I've jumped the shark in trying to be kind

Just when I thought we'd end up fine

Your cousin's weed won't get me high.