When the river hits
Too close to home
And the skyline
Is a parody of its former self
I'll be here to turn
The lights out
For all the dead poets
Turned trust fund kids
What a joke
I'll write a check to the city
When I first got here
My eyes were wider
Than a double-space
And after all this time
I'm still in awe of the place
Like a hedonistic
Wallet blender
Or an abusive relationship
How could I leave?
Another check to the city
I wanna be here
When the towers fall
To breathe in the asbestos
And rebuild it all
When you're given
Something special
Hold it close for all your life
Another flower quarantined
Outside the dust has settled
On yesterday's papers, that read,
"Forget about the old days"
I'm nineteen again
With the sun in my eyes
I wanna feel the wind in my hair
I wanna be alive
And in uncharted waters
I feel these mixed emotions
Between the back-alley abortions
And the tramps going through
Their motions
Worlds collide before my eyes
Think I'll make it here
For another night
This debut from the Melbourne-based folk-rock band tackles environmental issues, self-determination, and relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable May 26, 2023
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2015