Once you say the room’s heavy, say it again in another way
Into the heart, entangle a mammoth flower eclipse
Slithering the window, becoming blinds
After tying a knot in my hair, like anyone would
Once you say you were happy, you think you already know
You already know how to do it
Kinda cash in hand, kinda how should I start?
Tender rows of zeros
Every spectacle contains the immanence of catastrophe
We kill everyone who loves us
Once you say the room’s heavy, say it again in another way
Once you say you were happy, you think you already know
Don’t you think that you never win
Can’t you tell I need you to not let me tell you I just wanna be alone?
The passion of destruction is a creative joy
We kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them
And the fears we ceaselessly cause
The hypomania set in, another cycle of threats and
Pair of satanical shut-ins, I hit the panic button
I close the shutters, I shudder to think of what her thoughts found in gutters
Muttered under breaths, I questioned my best intentions
Taste of the tension, a bitter bullet i can’t rescind
I better pull this sin from its beginning
I’m obstinate, probably carcinogenic
But I don’t own a place in no hearts, i’m just a tenant
If i stand by my tenets, i’ll be alone with the remnants of failed relationships
The feeling relayed is repentance
I just gave her a word, she turned it into a sentence
With no pretense of anything but never-ending vengeance
I just wish i was forewarned I'd always be forlorn
She was the apple of my eye, now she’s the eye of the storm
But it’s I who feel scorned
Fuck your warm words, nothing helps, I’m done
And i’m still giving in
Riding razors down my skin, writing musings in fissures
Deepen nicks, wish to bruise and blister
I’m the bloodletter, to feel better’s a fool’s fetter
Won’t be resisting intent to injure
Limp fist between two blocks of cinder
With a wu-tang BLAOW, like I don't need these fingers
Fuck it, stone to bone, I don’t need these digits
I’mma roll up on the bank and make a final withdrawal
All y’all see is the oddest of odysseys
The curtain falls and I'm out of the scene
This that salt the earth mentality
They’ll drain the salt of the sea from my bloated lungs
With trace of base agents on my tongue
Disfigure my face so you remember me wrong
And I killed off my name because I'm an only son
It’s only aching from now on
I’m taking every line that you said, breaking it down, shaking my head
Be it the knife or the bottle, bet we’re both better off dead
I’m a big flop, I'm pissed off, I should make the rhythm in my wrist stop
Used to think I could do something worthy of a legend
Now i’m ingloriously a victim of alleged
Crimes, I'm resigned, so dead inside, I fell off the vine
I’m not a sinner but don’t tempt me, my life is just empty
Wish you had killed me, maybe I'll do it myself,
Why is it I gotta die for you to get help?
The last lesson learned, still touched the stove knowing it burned
Worst of all, I don’t deserve this, no this is what I earned.
What happened to that kid holding the bass?
Wide eyed in fisheye lens, why’d I let that feeling pass?
You’re right, it’s no surprise it’s my fault
I wanted the assault, cause I know I'm not worth it
I’m the judge and that’s the verdict
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