I’m so tired of writing, so why would I spare a minute to speak about my own 2nd wave folk punk worship track?
I keep checking your page from a burner account
To quell my reoccurring dream that your back in town
a fog bank flirting all summer long
a dog hair floating in my hair of the dog
And endless photos can’t explain
Why the music sounds so much better on hungover days
Had to relight my fire with a page from reality’s joke pad
It read Walmart Santa pours Dashboard Hula
simulacra on ice
and raises a toast to wherever the time flies
If this is a new recipe for restlessness
then I’m twitching like a dreaming dog
If there’s an infinite amount of parallel lives
Then there’s infinite ways to bail
And if aspirations escape you
I’m happy to help lower the bar
Moderation by moderation
Some dreams shouldn’t come true
That’s why I keep checking your page from a burner account
Calculate the chance that I see you around
You’re stuck in my head all summer long
my back porch creaking to the beat of your song
and endless pressure can’t press it on vinyl
it always evades recording, can’t name it
Can’t we let the poet laureate reuse a common phrase?
In these softening times you can hardly give a hard confirm
But Im as sure as I’m a broke Beach Boys singing
"Oh wouldn’t it be nice"
That we’ll meet again wherever the time flies
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024