And I'm feeling so down
when you turn me down.
So I let myself out,
and I'll let you get some sleep now.
I'm waking up at 1 PM.
Phone in for a lifeline again.
Ride a hurricane through unfiltered vents
and send a postcard from the bitter end.
Maybe I've been careless, but I could care less if I die.
Don't let me drown in mediocrity because my wings got to wet to fly.
I need no bullshit absolution, give me no facts backed alibi.
This is a Convict's Constitution. I'll rest on Wax Caps for a while.
And in a blaze of incandescence, through shrouds of smoke I saw a sign
but then I flicked off my lighter, because I got way too fucking high.
I'm just like -
Take me to church again.
Rid me of these demons.
Take me to church again
and rid me of these demons.
Rinse me in holy waters.
Ridicule these ashes, ripping out her own eyelashes.
Won't you take me to church again;
these things I don't believe in?
Take me to church again
and watch me break.
Watch me break.
Watch me.
Aussie six-piece showcases a buoyant co-mingling of jazz-funk grooves, snappy post-punk riffs, and krautrock motoriks. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023