If there was anything I knew I could say to make you happy, we wouldn't be here. But I don't, and I don't think anyone does. Not even you, and you don't want to hear it from me anyhow. I'm just hanging around. What a mess! What a mess! What a mess we got on our hands. Life imitates art, and I guess we're some of the best. This is the kind of corner we can only paint ourselves deeper into. We sure as shit -- we sure as shit won't turn it and move on. And I guess we're both fucked in the long run. It's just hollering from here -- because there are facts to every matter and the fact of ours is I don't know what I'm saying and neither one of us knows what to do. All your carbon is carbon fiber and I don't understand it at all. What a mess. What a mess. What a mess we got on our hands. Life imitates art, and I guess we're some of the best. This is the kind of corner we can only paint ourselves deeper into. We sure as shit -- we sure as shit won't turn it and move on. And I guess we're both fucked in the long run. And I don't think we're finishing soon. I can't be finished with you.
I'll own up; this is actually just my other band. Except it's defunct or on hiatus or something. We haven't really talked about the status. But it is hardcore punk! Yeah! WWHRD? fel
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023