the taste of the coffee
blends with the taste of toothpaste
i'm gagging on monday
i felt sick on thursday morning
big nosed man with the flaming baseball cap
in a taxi cab, 40 bucks to work
listen to bugs talk
at this gay job
i wanna fuck off, but does this action offend god?
flirting with mudsharks won't get you too far
taking kratom from this samoan kid, i thought it was moringa tea
five hours of sleep
is not what my muscles need
i stare at a screen
the whole team needs some energy drinks
how can i pray to what i don't understand
stuck in man's tripartition
i'm nodding off on sobriety
riffs washing over me
a coven with no loyalty beckoning
reconciling what it is to be
when static placidity is obviously what's best for me
drifting on currents of entropy
moving towards a settling down away from all that will never breathe
can't help inhaling the bullshit
cowards in the pulpit
plucking from the bough
i wanna talk about Satan as the trash in the ocean if that's alright with you
i'm bored of all your tears
and i'm sick of all your fears
man i'm bored of everything i hear
i wanna talk about how to shrink the evil in my soul if that's alright with you
now i'm back home
withdrawn in this malaise
a haze of autarchy of night
and i know
there's nothing more powerful than the will to powerlessness
for the modern man
knowing this as a sovereign presiding over this darkness
the magic of this town and all its cataracts and arboreal constructs
how vertiginous is this hell
that i've sculpted for myself
walking to work on a hot autumn afternoon
in my torn up blue walmart shoes
head bowed to the power of failing
adjusting my emotions like the knobs on the line 6 my mom bought me
when my tube amp broke
is why i can't in good conscience write love songs anymore
sister in arms latched onto songs about girls
i didn't have the heart to tell her our vanity was in vain
a jesse lacey in all of us
whispering saccharine lies and pillow talk praxis
to my woman just to keep her around
my woman, yeah, she likes to hear me play my guitar
but you're up in your salem with your family
doing beautiful things in canopies far away from me
blessed by normalcy
and all its purple k banality
and all the mountains look the same
"come back again some other day
when i've got something beautiful to say"
then i won't have to beg you to stay
if i'm in purple scrubs listening to the clock ticking
nostrils burning from shit stained flowers
women bereft of fleeting power
sometimes at night you can hear the chaos boiling
it's a bit concerning
but a happy worker is always working
a testament to human resilience is the thread of functionality our kind cling to
all of us unwitting cowards
all of Satan's children
those who appear in human form
but the flies gather around them
i want a complete separation
how envious am i of those who peer into hidden caverns of life
those who die free after a barrel roll over the washington sunset
the boundless tillage of this solar spirit
and year round there is a harvest
fruits that grow on clandestine trees from intangible seeds
amidst a burning albion, i dreamt of tuscany
i have to pray that the desperate sound waves i make reverberate into forever
for fear of annihilation
every second
i have to pray that the desperate sound waves i make reverberate into forever
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