When we feel forsaken we bury it in friction. In sweat soaked sheets, whiskey rose cheeks redemption. Appointing seasons in charge is dangerous juxtaposition. When we live next to a parts yard our hearts are engines. Shake your shit or cut it up. Have good sense not to be good enough. Remember what might have been had & try to leave it at that. Some tricks are specifically kept a secret. Reality is a course of varying pain. Oh, how you’ve been so shallow, naïve. Narrow dreams & passing interests. As if ambitious. Adjust the angle, angel. Playing victim is so temperamental. When in rape don’t scream help, yell fire! No one likes a novice liar. Will she win the academy award? For most time spent on the cutting board. Or for a debutant on the killing floor. Deadly in contempt, she’s incorrigible. If knowledge is sin, this fruit is rotten. A slippery serpent in red satin. An actress on your mattress. And in the backseat of a taxi she was a documentary. And in the back of that taxi was the Garden of Eden. And in the backseat of that taxi she was my Eve.
A slow drip of Tropicália-infused psychedelia from New Orleans rock outfit Blue Basin: balmy one moment, aggressive the next. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2022
The third studio album from self-proclaimed "prunge" artist Kevin Nichols; delves into the perils of depression and anxiety. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2018