I'm not going to lie. Frightened Rabbit was wasted last night. Not nervous, not upset, just plain old Scottish wasted. These 4 guys from Scotland came back to Portland(which they continued to rave about pre/post show) and spent a fun-filled day at Sassy's before the show. They made it to Holocene on time with about 150 eager souls ready for something big. By showtime, they were ready to rock and did not disappoint. An acoustic version of "Poke" and fun-filled version of "Twist" were the ones that stuck out most in my mind. Hopefully they will return soon, especially due to the fact that today a cold, drunken swim at the Oregon Coast was on top of their list. And yes, those are drunken giraffes dancing around in the pic and video.
Poke at my irisWhy can't I cry about this?Maybe there is somethingthat you know that I don't?We adopt a brand new languagecommunicate through pursed lips,You try not to put onany sexy clothes or graces.I might never catch a mouseand present in my mouthand make you feel you're with someonewho deserves to be with you.But there's one thing we've got goingand it's the only thing worth knowing.It's got lots to do with magnetsand the pull of the moon.Why won't our love keel overas it chokes on a bone?We can mourn its passingand then bury it in snow.Or should we kick its cunt inand watch as it dies from bleeding.If you don't want to be with mejust say and I will go.
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