We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

about

Lyrics by Lee Ashlin
Music by Concrete City

lyrics

What they said, all true
I said these things, did a few
I spouted off

I stirred the pot
Popped my head up too far
They chopped it off

A little too close
Sewed it back on again
To chat I suppose

I was smart
I was sloppy
I was touristed

Six months in a cell
Conversations, who-who-who
And well-well-well

Prisoner at home
Taking the show on the road
Out in the country

Fresh air and bright sun
Seeing the sights, snapping snaps,
Smiles and good fun

I was sloppy
I was lucky
Only touristed

Three brothers and I
Or a father and his sons
This is how it's done

On buses and trains
In the temples, at tables
They make arrangements

I am unable
To escape or demur or
Contemplate the worst

I got caught
I was sloppy
I was touristed

What would you say to
A roll in the hay, charming man
Wouldn't you know it

They already paid
A few photos to file
Quite compromising

Embarrassing, yes
Surely, my friend, less complex
Than a makeshift noose

Accidental fall
Indifferent pistol in the mouth
Brown blood on the wall

I was johned
Suicided
I was touristed

I was johned
Suicided
I was touristed

credits

from Seven Cities High b​/​w Touristed, released August 24, 2019

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Concrete City Baltimore, Maryland

Tim Baier - guitar
Lee Ashlin - drums
Mike Hall - vocals
Elena Fox - bass, vocals

Power pop for a disappointing world.

contact / help

Contact Concrete City

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Concrete City, you may also like: