fade out, smell opium burning away
and i am rushingly searching for hands of mine
your mouth gets filled with my hair
and at last you're getting out your last breath
but nothing is certain death in the realm of your eye
nothing is said today of god
nothing is said today of us
i feel you're getting there
so follow through
a perfect soundtrack to clean up your apartment, riding a bicycle to the nearest body of water and gazing into the meandering reflections of sunlight and some birds. Tim Six
Gnarly punk rock from the Philadelphia duo is unhinged in the best way, an in-the-red sonic assault a la Motorhead/Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 9, 2024