when waste mounts high
on screens
mediocre time
following
it spreads wide
breathes like a cheap bottle of wine
a landsape framed
in the dentist’s room to wait
your turn
how bland a thing
we usually make
in the time when
we only need to get by
we’ve signed our names
everday
swiped and sworn
away
but what’s on file
with our mark we’re proud to say
“that was me, that defined and swept
my life"
how deep a thing
were made to make
in the time when
we’re forced to say what we mean
when its said out loud
and sharp
with no hazy aid
or inhibitions lowered
the thing you felt
was a bag of gravel and nails
and now that shame
ripples for weeks
and dreams
how dumb a thing
we love to make
at the place when
we think a drug is our friend
every one’s got a turn
and line
that transforms
morphs
It sways and swoops as
the lava-lamp- like flight of birds
in a flock and pulse
to avoid any end
lonely
how sad a thing
we love to make
when we realize
times is not a friend
how real a thing
we need to make
at the time when
were forced to say goodbye
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015
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