I’m sleeping half my life away
And every dream’s a black hole
I’m losing track of days
They’re all the same
And when I lie awake, I pray it’s just a dream to shake
Is this how it is now?
We all live underground
The poets couldn’t dream this up
It’s creeping up, the deepest dark I’ve ever seen
No wolf of sleep
The heavy air is out for blood
Don’t open up, even to breathe
No fever dream
"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