Make it round and easier to push around
It's not taking care, its just staring at the weight you bare
If Nobody sees how heavy a spoonful can be
Then I suppose I can chew it mouth closed
The man with the snot nose, and the punches he throws
Could be found in any fist might be around
And the knuckles he can't quit from eating, it's what he feeds himself
Will stop him short
But can't keep my mouth from watering
You lick your wounds because you're bleeding, and its not perfume
But the fumes you keep on breathing when the room thats burning is your room
In the sunlight, I can't sleep right
Touch your lips and fold your arms
Who's hands on my bootstraps?
Because they're not mine
And I believe in the sound, the therapy
As we pour another round
There's two hands on my bootstraps
Might not pull me up, no just around.
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