We waste every day, count me out because nothing’s changed.
Jump ship, capsize, reappear in centre-frame.
Let's search for a story, I need something to follow.
You wait for a landmark where nothing ever changes.
No words. Words won't escape me from this grief.
No light. Light only haunts my relief.
Now I need a lock, I need a key for a secret I've learned,
every moment we shout and scream and shatter and break
I've no poetic way, I've no poetic way to say give in to fate, no not yet
Like dying by candlelight
or something forever
We waste every day
Count me out, nothing’s changed
Let's find out where we are
Just a glance and spark of the mind's eye to cause a distraction
while the secret shouts and screams then breaks.
Let's find out where we are before it's too late
supported by 4 fans who also own “I Got Turned Around in Here”
what the devil and god are raging inside me should have been. leave the fan on is a worthy ender. do wish there was another track or two in the middle as it is on the short side. not recommended to put on if you want to lift your spirits - this is likely best enjoyed in a dark place in every sense of the word qji
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024