Jennifer’s on her way to the station
Where the guards will take her in
To start the first day of a four month sentence
For the thing she did last year
For the clothes she stole from The Square
And tried to hide in a bin
She steals little things
As a means of getting by
Now they’ll send her down
Cause they think that she’s getting high
You know she does these things
As a way of getting seen
Cause no one notices
When you’re poor and living clean
Jennifer’s on the phone to her father
Just to let him know where she is
He’s worried about all the things that could happen to her
When the cell door closes in
And her sweet young freedom ends
‘Will they strip search her there?
Will the other girls not pull at her hair?
Could he take a warm blanket there,
Cause he loves his daughter dear…
And now it seems so clear.
She steals little things
As a means of getting by
Now they’ll send her down
Cause they think that she’s getting high
You know she does these things
As a way of getting seen
Cause no one notices
When you’re poor and living clean
Scottish artist swaddles ’70s krautrock grooves in guitar-based ambient, resulting in drone music that feels strangely featherlight. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2022