as it now seems, we find the time so easily. we float, we sink, we see. the shoulders bow from peace of mind, a mind half-full. so drink till it’s me, and i’ll try and find new things to be. then fail to see the idle tithe, the vibrating. and as it shall be, no kiss goodbye. it’s what you tow in mind, less and less meaningful.
Melodic post-grunge that eschews all of the negative connotations of that phrase and embraces all the positives: huge hooks, huge-r riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2023