All the kings men have been searching old wrecks in my head
Where the hells Donny Spence been? Reading old books he can’t swim. Oh he’s on the coast, I miss him most.
I’m just drenched from squeezing rainclouds
I go out at night to bring back medals from wars I didn’t fight
Semi-formal Sunday best
Found to black eyes my best yet.
Face to face with some crack head, sandpaper tongue at wits end
Coal miners son at breakfast, medicine man to his friends
Telephone wires circling my hear I was up for bear hugs in your bed
Long shirt with campfire skin
The air feels different mostly, the world is spinning calmly
Theres a wall to climb in ocean city and im not ready
I go out at night, you get drunk and die.
supported by 19 fans who also own “Campfire Skin (Pt. 2)”
While I understand the change of direction completely. I do wish we got one more show where this album was played in full, as there are a lot of bangers slept on here. bdogz
Great, thrashing, melodic indie rock from this Illinois group that juxtaposes sugary vocal hooks with barbed guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2022