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
Leaning into the sparse, impressionistic sound of 2023's albu "Nature Morte," the Montreal metallurgists sound as heavy and radiant as ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024