shadow passing through my anchor
smell like one and only
confession clock outta bleeding
too loud to whisper holy
no im good im feeling
run upstairs and meet the worms
holding proper posture forms
raise my nostrils over heels
im busy why i got the feels
in the ceramic cells surrounded
incarcerated douches swinging
sound of cutting plastic echoes
clickclacking glasses
and someones knocking fast
im falling
someones knocking fast
and falling
leave a grin collecting eyes
jive through many swinging guys
blur and pulses rising thighs
stomach ache with butterflies
swinging elbows round improper
now im looking like your midnight fucker
reaching numbers outta pocket
pulsing demon started hocket
spikes in glasses
feel a noose you douche
youre burning
dont drown embalm thouself
you turn to me and you say
dont push me ayy
dont push me ayy
my prius doorbell rings i
bite the sidewall ayy
From the always-great label Umor Rex comes the latest from Lina Filipovich: A ruthless deconstruction of classical pieces. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2022
Four new rowdy, impossibly catchy songs from this post-punk group who bridge rough-edged New Zealand-style pop with darker, steelier sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 31, 2018