Engine coughs on the I-190
Like your last leg chevy saying “It’s time to go home,
Time to leave me alone.”
Pull off quick in the rising light ‘Cause you’ve got work
And im too tired
Or too stoned
We smoked a bag to the bone. “Where’ve you been, son? Your mother’s sick.”
Through my cell phone
I can hear my father spit.
Two hundred miles
And they can’t take a hint.
Useless morning
Useless life
The neighbor’s drunk
He slept outside
On my porch
Wish I cared anymore.
Now she’s my temporary,
That one bedroom apartment,
There was no room for me.
That’s okay,
I prefer it that way.
Softly through the veil,
the first finger tips of morning light
Are carving through the snow, December 1st
On my first drive home.
Made me a sanctuary in grey sky town, There was no hope for me.
No god’s left here
By presidential decree.
supported by 16 fans who also own “By Presidential Decree”
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
Effortlessly juggling mood without slowing down or stopping to question themselves, the Singaporean band give new life to an age-old indie ethos. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 16, 2021
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024