I SAW YOUR DAD WALKING DOWNTOWN. IT WAS JUST
THE OTHER DAY. A MATINEE, HE DIDN’T PAY TOO MUCH
TO SIT ALONE REFLECTING BACK ONTO THE SCREEN.
INDIFFERENCE THAT CONSUMED HIM, HE DIDN’T NOTICE ME.
GLASS IS GROWING BLACK FROM ALL THE TIME BETWEEN WANTING HANDS. PROPELLED TOWARD SYNTHETIC WARMTH YOU LOST WHEN YOU WERE GROWING UP.
BREATHE IN SLOWLY. IT’S OK TO TAKE YOUR TIME.
BECOMING PART OF WHAT IS THERE, TOO STILL TO CARE,
IT’S NICER JUST STAYING INSIDE. STARING BLACK REMINDING OF,
IT FEELS LIKE LOVE, BUT NO EMOTION JUST SOMETHING TO CRAVE.
GLASS IS GROWING BLACK FROM ALL THE TIME BETWEEN WANTING HANDS. PROPELLED TOWARD SYNTHETIC WARMTH YOU LOST WHEN YOU WERE GROWING OLD.
More bright, upbeat rippers from Canadian rockers Century Egg, splitting the difference between garage rock scuzz and noise pop sugar. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021