Cigarette burns on my pearl-snap shirt remind me of cold nights out on the back-porch when the future was so bright, I swear to god, our eyes were glowing. So much can change in the span of three years. We rearrange our lives just to keep moving forward.
I'm making no progress.
In my dreams, I'm just a fly circling your lips
A million lies for compound eyes,
One mangled hypocrite smashed against the wall
I'm not dead yet...
I lost my footing and it knocked me out cold for weeks at a time. I sleep where the sun keeps me warm and at night I lead the streetlight choir singing, "This song is my body, these words are my blood. Drink from this cup, and know what it is to be loved. Then try to forget it."
When you wake up in the morning, convince yourself you've got a reason to get out of bed. Well, you're not dead are you?
You're just waking up and walking out that door,
Trying to convince yourself you know what your really leaving for.
TV Priest's second record springs forth with a tension, dynamism, and crunch not often found in this brand of broody, shouty post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022
Aussie upstarts juxtapose tightly-wound post punk songwriting with nuanced production, jangling choruses, and heady jams. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023