Wasting away at the DMV
All these ladies acting angry with me
They won’t let me drive my car away
Cuz they know they’re stuck here
each and every day
How can I tell them that I love everyone?
Every sinner, every simpleton?
And they don’t care
They’re barely there
And I’m not here
I disappear
Sitting in traffic on my way downtown
Morning DJs making ugly little sounds
Hundred thousand wheels just waiting to spin
Twenty-five thousand pistols
to keep you cutting in
Pull in the garage when the day is done
Sit for a minute and let the engine run
Watch that big door
come down in the rearview
Family’s waiting inside but I cannot move
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S