The Amyl Nitrate Dreams Of Pat Robertson
American Music Club · Other Songs - American Music Club
I was busy taking a furtive peek inside
At the lovely lights of your unprotected city
At your lovely freeways burning with innocence
At your lovely chain stores levelling horizons like a-bombs
At your run-down streets' long abandon
By the few that claim that they saw me
By the few they claim their eyes were opened
No close friends
No close friends
No close friends
And I swear no one saw me
The boy scout badge I got for not feeling a thing
My golden future with it's wild cherry flavored hole
My yellow ribbon, my yellow streak
My big stick
My big time with the pony's oldest trick
Won't keep the grains of my soul
From passing through the safe
Won't keep me begging for something
I know you'll never give
And anyway, I'm probably just gonna steal
I guess I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
No close friends
No close friends
No close friends
Yeah, I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
I saw a light in your shifting curtain
I saw you tighten up the drama
Your fate, it'd get away
I watched with pain
I watched with lust
Your lousy acting, you're a cloud of dust
And whenever you speak, oh it's so wet down at sea
Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up
No close friends
No close friends
No close friends
Yeah I swear I will never give up
The Amyl Nitrate Dreams Of Pat Robertson
American Music Club's 'The Amyl Nitrate Dreams Of Pat Robertson' stands as a defining track from the band's 1993 Mercury album, blending post-punk energy with a distinct Canadian indie sensibility. The song utilizes a driving, repetitive guitar riff and a brooding vocal delivery to construct a narrative steeped in paranoia and surreal imagery. By juxtaposing the mundane with the ominous, the recording captures the anxiety of the early 1990s, reflecting themes of media obsession and societal unease that became hallmarks of the group's later work. It remains a quintessential example of the band's ability to transform simple musical structures into complex, unsettling atmospheres that resonated deeply with fans of the era's alternative scene.