It’s amazing
Control tower to the pilots guide them safely
For a second lose connection leave the passengers bracing
This is crazy. Time was wasting like a pack of dogs dying;
Because they measured their teeth to the scale of a hunting snare
Scaly fish enforce beheadings as they blubber underwater
A rock encrusted crown to he who rides the highest wave
While a man who built a city with no banner to his name
Puts a flag on top a mountain made of knowledge that he came
Could the reason they don’t notice be that those who know they’re leading
Trust the ground to keep them grounded rather than a glass ceiling
A rainfall of egos sees all too familiar shoes
Like a drowning 8 ball spring the claws right on cue
But the bruises and the news are only noticed by the mute
View the masses climbing ladders gouging eyes to be confused
There are holes in our hands
We wear gloves not to boast
I nod to young wrinkled faces
We embrace our ghost
The Boston indie rockers return, with their characteristic mix of poignant lyrics and melodies that can turn from delicate to anthemic. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2019
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018