Shoot a few choice words, choose a few choice cuts
Loser two-step and a junkyard jammer
These kids are fucked up, they got green in their guts
They’ve got shit to eat and they forgot their manners.
Why don’t you cut my wrists and piss in it,
Why don’t you kill my will and don’t leave me a lantern.
Using my fists was never an option,
Cause the face was mine and you can’t get out what’s within you.
Berate myself till my face is red,
Got a voice in my head says I’m better off dead.
You gotta pick your battles or end up in the nut house.
But the enemy’s not makin’ it easy.
He’s gonna consume my life, take my happiness hostage.
He’s such a sinister grouch, he falls asleep on the couch.
My thoughts have worn thin and I can’t be in good health
And I can’t win cause he’s my own damn self.
Can’t get her to bed, wish my libido was dead.
Shut my thoughts up and make it past her.
My hearts on the railroad ties waitin’ to get blasted
In my eyes I’m a bow-legged bastard.
Got a bouquet in my heart with no one to love for.
So they wilt in the park where I lost my heart.
After it turned black, it lost it’s luster
I’m a naked mole rat who can’t cut the mustard.
There’s a zoo in my brain and my head is the cage,
But when you’re the last ones let’s see you turn into cannibals.
If golf was a game about a wasting a life,
I’d be famous, hell, I’d win the Masters.
I can’t sleep with out you, I long for happily ever after,
I can’t eat with out you, food tastes like it’s plastic.
Living in my bed, my body’s a disaster.
Haven’t showered in days and I feel so ashamed.
Your kiss is a witch hanging around in my rafters
She only comes down to let out her laughter.
Your eyes are emerald bullets
They shot through my eyes and down to my heart.
Ripped it out and ran like they stole it.
I know you didn’t mean anything, you didn’t hurt me.
But this is what happens when you’re in a hurry,
you could’ve stopped and played but you weren’t sure we’d
Ever get it right, and I’m sorry, we waited too long and I wasted my chances.
Please understand that I don’t blame you,
I wish it was easier for my goddamn heart to forget about things but it’s kind of a dick, too.
Your touch on my skin is like poison ivy
It’s an itch I can’t ditch and it’s killing me softly.
I wish I could do it over and not be crazy
But life’s a bitch and the world is lazy.
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