Pour the coffee, watch the wind blow the leaves on the trees
Hear the birds sing louder than the ghosts of freeways now haunting the spring
Whispering breeze
Touch the blades of grass and drink in the life to my skin
It all goes on
Every pore a window into the wet of my heart
It’s gutting me
I’m losing sleep
I’m spilling out of me
Will somebody touch me please?
Absorb me completely
This hungry body
Longing for the time of longing when longing could mean something could be
I’m the pacing widow waiting for something that’s dead to come back from sea
"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