Song Of The Week: "This City"

The Red Dons, and their former persona, The Observers, are responsible for releasing some of my favorite punk rock jams of recent memory. I could listen, toe-tap, and sing along all day to their bitter-sweetness; it's youthful, yet world-weary; old-school, yet strangely very modern. It seems so simple, yet it's anything but. The contradictions abound, but The Red Dons are a paradox, in that by the end of their album, it all makes sense.

I love this LP so much, I really could do the roulette thing and choose just about any song. Instead, I chose "This City," mainly for its content, although it's every bit as brilliant and catchy as the rest of the tracks. There might be a few of you out there like me who have outgrown your home town, or who are simply captivated by the allure of the open road. This one's for you. There will be other songs of the week, but for the next 8 months, this will be my mantra.

Sing it with me...

"This City"

There's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all

Well the road it greets me
Oh so warmly
Though I'm here now
You know I can't stay long
I'm just a wanderer's
Searching for my home

Because there's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
'Cause nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all

Just this morning
The sun was shining
On a place where I've never been
So packed my bags
And hit the road again
You know it's not that close
But it's not too far
For a wanderous child
For a vagabond

You see there's nothing for me
In this city
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all