we hear the dealers with the words that ride the tails of their cigarette smoke
sliding through the tunnels of our ears
those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood
stand on the corner of Washington Square
well our vision was stinging and our eyes were blurring
elevator's got you rising so high seventeen floors you want so much more
there's lightning on the ceiling coming from the corner of her eye
somewhere horses flee from thunder
somewhere the bones of a cat are buried under a garden ya
well there's a radio on broken songs empty digression
it won't be long wont be long til you and me are gone from here
and there’s lightning on the ceiling coming from the corner of her eye
we hear the dealers with the words that ride the tails of their cigarette smoke
sliding through the tunnels of our ears
those greasy marionettes of real bone and blood
stand on the corner of Washington Square
well our vision was stinging and our eyes were blurring
Psychedelia at its most fundamental, the new EP from pôt-pot is equal parts Velvet Underground, BJM, and hypnotic vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024
Re-live the rip-roaring, hooky-as-hell punk rock of The Hissyfits with this new collection, which compiles their first two cassettes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024