Angeline Songtext
von Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Flat line of yellow lights
Flickering on every street
Cool air off northern water
Two years since I′ve seen my daughter
The fish are biting every line but mine
Feels like rum is taking all my time

My Bellarine
It's where I shoot my scene
There′s fire in the west
I never did my best


Cold cuts and cheap terrine
Your daddy's not so mean
Don't listen to what your mother said
Call me when the money comes in
The fish are biting every line but mine
Seems like rum is taking all my time

My Bellarine
From here I shoot my scene
There′s fire in the west
I never did my best
I′m looking down the pier
Before the ferry comes here
She looks just like me
I'm in trouble on the Bellarine

My Bellarine
From here I shoot my scene
There′s fire in the west
I never did my best