Time stopped a couple Mondays ago
And now that feeling seems to be all that I know
It only widens, never closing in
It is an aging, de-elasticized skin
And nothing that I do with my hands can make it better
Nothing that I do with my mouth can make it better
It’s been a long year, this spring that we’re in
It’s such a heavy feeling being weightless
I’m going backwards to the start of it
It always hurts to go back to the start of it
Pressing the bruise ‘til it pops like a zit
Tearing through seams just to see if they’ll rip
I need a time machine but I don’t believe
I need a time machine but I cannot see (where I’d go)
"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