Glory and relationships
Desire and delusions
I suppose no words mean nothing these days
And I owe some explanations
Erasure and deletion
Complete detachment
Absent without excuse
I see you see through me
I am worse than gross perpetrators
I commit silence
Standing talking in the dark the out front
Another pleasant evening at the Neighbors
In the course of conversation
Gun shots about a mile or so
Fully automatic
Now this is just preceding and followed by the following
An SUV crossing up the street
Curiously slow in shadow, windows partial
24th and Bryant
North
Suddenly explosions 3 firearms discharging
Muzzle flames are dim but sounds as loud as hounds of hell
I had no expectations my instincts failed me
Full frontal to the bullets, I see you and I follow suit
Thrown flat spread completely, in the cool soft grass
The smell of early autumn, my cheeks on freshly fallen
I haven’t done a thing today
My job means nothing
What I wonder doesn’t in fact
I could die in minutes
My child could die
I have no predictions
Adrenaline and nausea
I could jump into space
I could just throw up
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019