Leave it alone
Put it down
Close up the windows
Block out the sound
Take off my clothing
Feel the air
Peel off my own skin
It’s still there
(It’s still there)
I’m burning
I mortify me
Stomach turning
I am a disease
You’re gonna catch me if I have my way
I’m terminal once you hear my name
The sound of my own voice rings in my ears
I’ll never be clean from how you all hear it
I’m quarantined, but I think it’s too late
The wind is blowing to give you all a taste
It’s what you wanted, me on my own
They didn’t tell you where I’d go
The sound of my own voice rings in my ears
I’ll never be clean from how you all hear it
Crawling with power I never wanted
Lethal mouth and lethal body
Typhoid Mary came and got me
Typhoid Mary, do you still want me?
"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