The bus is especially ugly today
I wish I could fly
This morning there was blood in the bowl again
It’s been a long time since it was white
I’ve grown used to all these little inconveniences
I watch them happen from the side
One day I’ll have a car and my body will work
Say it in the mirror three times
Stuck behind slow walkers in the New York streets
I stick my elbows out and I feel like
I’m stuck somewhere between
Ten centuries and days shy of thirteen
I’m perpetually singing the same song
But it’s not gonna change until the day
Something better seems to come along
I’ll believe it when I see it
Promises are white noise
And yet it’s still alarming how things fall apart
Never thought that I would melt in your mouth
Like cotton candy made of sand
I just can't unfeel it
The damage is done, now I’m left with the mess
While you fuck off to the deep midwest
To blow the dust off a man who’s already dead
I’m just waiting on the naked minimum
I’ll be waiting til I’m naked
"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