I kept the plates spinning, as long as I could,
Things only got worse, they never got good.
Just when my whole world started to crack,
I heard someone laughing behind my back.
Do I look like a circus clown to you?
Does this look like a painted on frown to you?
You're so amused,
I just feel misused,
I must look like a clown to you.
Top shelf musicianship, razor sharp songwriting and a total lack of concern for the confines of the genre, make The Meat Purveyors one of the most entertaining and energetic outfits plying the dark corners of the roots underground. For the better part of a decade, Austin's The Meat Purveyors were the skunk tossed into the tent of stoic bluegrass revivalism. Always more Brothers Ramone than Brothers Osborne and more comfy in boots jack than cowboy, TMP are still able to out-lament most of the current crop of high lonesome pretenders. Read more on Last.fm