"French Press" as written by and Joseph Clement Russo Francis Keaney....
I'm all right if you ask me, but you never do
Is this thing on, I'm coming to shoot from the side of Dirty Canal
And I never felt better since I let it go
You find out who your friends are when the city's cold
You speak like a child

And I've been reading the French press
And I've been disconnected

People used to say under their breath
That you've got the looks and I've got all of the rest, didn't work out for the best
But brother don't you know, brother don't you know?
That jealousy is a curse, much worse is the silence
Strange, you're moving out of range

You keep going, it's good to know
The cup runs over, you overflow
But nothing happens here, the time ticks slow
But the money walks and the hot air blows
And the same shirt, and the same crack, the same window
Chicken from a French press
Fiona's strange address, did your hear back? (I'm having trouble making you out)
Did you hear about (I said I think I'm cutting out)
Did you? (I'm having trouble)
Did you hear about?

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"French Press" as written by Joseph Clement Russo Francis Keaney


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    General CommentMy current heavy rotation. Always loved Aussie guitar bands. The jam outro is just the best. Looking forward to more from them and hopefully a tour of the US west coast.

    Interesting lyrics - is it really about two brothers and the trouble between them in a their home town?
    tekkoon March 06, 2018   Link

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