Winter brings that torpor. Here's a slackrock song. Oldish song. Very old riff in the bridge Bouncy, tho.

Where's the song that could feed you like bread? It's the hungry tunes that always end up stuck in your head.

Going broke? What you're saying to me: selling tickets to a show that you don't want to see. There's an easy way out that you don't even want to try, and I don't know why.

Where's that verse that's as warm as a bed, that you could wrap around yourself or at least trade in for rent? Has the season got you feeling so soft: selling tickets to a ride that you wanna get off? Well, it's a living. I guess you give in so slow that you'd hardly know.

Then you try to sell out and you can't give it away.