I've got a life I want to quit,
I guess the first step's to admit:
If the life fits, you must wear it
If the glove fits, you must bear it.
My hair is red but my skin is bald,
My brain is young but my mind is old.
There's what we get, and what we want,
There's what is real, and what can heal.
Ooo,
Aaaah.
When I turn the corner, I still smell fire,
Pneumatic deaths, and hanging wire.
Burning eyes, burning cushion tires
I hear the fire and I hear their cries
On a quiet street with a quiet life,
A quiet wife in the quiet cries.
And the gluey lies, and the gluey pride's
Impersonal feelings when they die.
It's taken all my life to set me free,
The shell-shocked ghost of a psyche.
(I've got) Memories you wish you had of your body.
(I've got) Allegories of your night hobbies.
And the lies that you drown with your children's frowns.
And the time and the ground and they shut you down.
And you're doubly loved, so you're doubly lost.
And you're free of distrust, so you're doubly crossed.
Genre-defying electronic music that at times operates at the slow stutter-step of dubstep and others with the drift of ambient. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2022