HE DOESN'T WANT TO GROW OUT OF ANYTHING BUT CLOTHES. DISGUISED WITH A SMILE AND LYING THROUGH HIS NOSE. POCKET FULL OF SEEDS NEXT TO HIS GOVERNMENT ID JUST TRYING TO FIND SOMEWHERE THAT HE CAN GET SOME SLEEP. I HEARD HIM SAYING..."OH GOD DAMN. I DONT WANT TO LIVE IN A GARBAGE CAN, BUT THAT'S JUST WHO I AM". GOTTA GO THE OLD MAN'S HOME. LIED ABOUT THE NIGHT SHIFT JOB. CRASHING IN A MOBILE HOME QUESTIONING TO LEAVE OR DIE IN KINNELON. GOOD IDEAS ELUDE HIM. YOU ARE THE SHIT THAT RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HIM. LIKE THE CHEAP FOOD THAT YOU CHOOSE TO BUY. THE ONLY THING WORSE IS THE TASTE FOR LIFE. FERTILIZE THE WEEDS INGESTED POISONS ABOUT THE KICK IN. LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR, THE NEIGHBORS AT THE DOOR. THEY'LL KICK IT DOWN AND THROUGH HIS BODY IN THE GROUND. PRETEND TO CARE, BUT THERE IS NO FEELING THERE
Tightly wound post-punk with splashes of new wave; heavy on twangy riffs, phased-out melodies, and understated vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 2, 2023