I’ve spent so much time hating the skin I’m in,
And all the sensitive emotions that are bound within.
I’ve spent too many days, over my insecure ways
But it’ll be the last time, because today is
MINE
And I wont spend it depressed
MINE
Over the girl who left
MINE
Over my small paycheck
MINE
Over my double chin
I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried
Time after time.
But things don’t always work out
And I’ve thought the fault was mine
Sad songs on repeat.
Walking empty streets.
40oz in my hand
Trying to drown out "the thinks".
But I got tired of being bummed.
I knew it would never help.
Learned to hold my head up high.
And start getting over it.
From laboring love,
I’ve worked my fingers down to the bone.
Left as a broken man, inside and out
I’ve learned to stand up tall, on my own.
Good times to be alive when there’s so fucking much great music around.
Golden Age we are in now the digital sample rates has improved greatly and over taken anything analog 44.1 ever made.
Clarity nowadays has opened the stereo field significantly just crisp cleanly placed instrument chords and drum kits are now the standard.
Fucking Beautiful times to be alive. ♥️🤙🏻
Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024