always messing around with a forethought
before it becomes a real thought
always chipping away at the stone
before a measure of seed is sewn
having your horn blown every time you strike a match
isn't always a good thing
and these days there's no such thing as a sure thing
like yourself even this as lightly as you tread
water fills every hole you leave in the sand
where gardens cannot grow
get a good bead on the beautiful meat
bellies wide open to the spreadshot sights
you incredible beings you want a chance to redeem
burn your existence into a carbon dated postcard
to the past and say
"hey dad, whaddya think of that?"
don't ask why if you don't care anymore
don't let on that you may know anymore
than anybody else you can see the rising tide
with your own red eyes
asphalt clouds filter down and fall into your mouth
they've nowhere left to go
and the great white nom de plume of boredom
claims another truckload of hapless victims
who can die by the grace of an unseen god
or whatever excuse is convincing enough
it's a slow motion replay of an impossible future
where the winners all die and leave life to the losers
and the rattle of chains in the creaking rafters
soak up the smoke of the same old disasters
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022
North Carolina group The Cocker Spaniels aim to write songs that “split the difference between Prince and Guided by Voices.” Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 11, 2021
A smooth, jazzy ride through psych-prog twists and turns, all led by an airy and captivating voice captured at a changing moment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2018