I can feel it coming
Oh, god, I feel it coming
I feel the pressure dropping
It’s coming with no warning
From silence into screaming
Awoken from my sleeping
Fracturing into a million little pieces
Closing tunnel vision
Body in submission
Howling out into the shrinking Harvest Moon
Falling in slow motion
Desert to the ocean
Summer into autumn
Last time that I saw them
Everybody dies in Florida eventually
Planes and Disney life insurance policies
A golf cart and a condo in a village by the sea
Kiss the moon goodbye, it’s nearly morning
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023