held my breath
i fell asleep
i killed the quiet underneath
never meant
to be so tedious
to be so easily ignored
black eyes dreamt of needles in the sky
shaking loose like a pine tree
smothering what he used to be
if i start to change my mask every week
someone might eventually be afraid to lose me
little foil elvis in the fridge
maybe i'll cross my eyes
maybe i'll lie
on the carpet facedown
thirteen hours straight
maybe i'll find out whether you're
really four hours away
maybe i'll drip down the kitchen sink
maybe i'll find that separation
clinging to a dream
if i hide away for days and months and weeks
someone might eventually be afraid to lose me
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023