if i'm as close to my next dose as my last
and still i taste the fruit of which my fingers hold the cast
then the bomb's diffused
my hands are used to doing everything i ask
and i'll be saved by the chamber thats in debt
when i demand the gun in a game of 5bullet roulette
in my dreams i have been found
i will not listen to you now
can you explain why some always remain?
the umbilical cord is untouched and is unpained
the gallows holding aging fruit are bound and fated to be stained
we just wait as we ferment to stone
there's no seed there to be found
eat past the skin and to the bone
in my dreams i have been found
i will not listen to you now
if i can mate where my feet pressure the land
my body's fertile ground if i can remain where i stand
you plant the seed and then my greed is satisfied by my own hand
and i'll depend upon the vine that i'm attached
the wind won't undo skin without first giving me a scratch
in my dreams i have been found
i will not listen to you now
i will not listen to you now
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023
Raw and hooky as heck, “Disaster Preparedness Coloring Book” is all classic, ragged indie sonics and rock-solid melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023