Thinning out, it’s so clear in between serrated teeth (devour slowly). Passing over places you used to be covered up (how things changed).
Does it happen once more? Holding onto your fortune. I know that you see right through them.
Calibrating old lungs. Rusting over their bodies. They expected to be into
decided social clubs (have less weight when they’ re swinging). I hope that they see right through you.
Awoken by a new tone, tin and hollow. Buried under broken bottles,
wearing only your hide; skin and tallow, crossed and barren. Blood runs shallow
into the ground.
Is anybody else here (what used to be a hall)? Pining over lawn chairs that you never used at all.
Drain into the ground, drunken soil.
Hope it doesn’t bleed out while they’re watching.
Take it by the horns slow, wasting moments that could have been so important.
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