Atlas Sound - Attic Lights
The Devil Drives
Minus The Bear - Dayglow Vista Road
There’s a fiberglass picture, resting beneath my frontal lobe. Midwestern gestures I’ve retired, we remove our shells to find new homes. I walked across a bridge today, rain poured down as the sun still glowed. The simple pleasure that derives, from feeling as though you’ve cleansed your soul. For now i am radiant, and this volcano found his stride. A simple pleasure that...
Beach Fossils - Window View
Bathing in ballroom air, with a neon halo made of glass Vision is distorted, ceilings cackle & spit black ash. The copperhead’s stare you down, As they slither from the kitchen sink Tamper with your steady hands. Your motor skills melt quicker than you think Cower beneath the forests voice Resuscitated behind a white picket fence No more feelings of loss While those harsh words were...
The Black Angels - 18 Years
Dont burn my record collection in the driveway’s morning air. Just because i told you god doesnt have opposable thumbs
Listening to all 3 songs every day for weeks and weeks now, love it just as much as day 1. and the award for Most Adorable Dog goes to.. :D
Wishing You Well From The Wishing Well
Drink nectar from my wound, leaves cover my warm bedroom floor Its yet another naturalist ideal, to scrub off your chemical metaphors I have tried and tried, but this pillow fight grows hard Feathers turned to blades, and now strong blows we’ll trade And we’ve long since capsized in this lovers burial ground But you’re still a pretty fable, a sweet name the breeze will gasp ...
Glass Bottom Boats
She once rang my bell, standing out by the moat Drawbridge is on the fritz, you will have to head home I feel like were sailing in a glass bottom boat In a daze looking down, watching our youthful cares float Life would be better if it were a set that was closed Just two in the lighting, fake plants and no clothes Its so nice to see you dancing outside my window Hurling toilet paper in air...
28 Degrees Taurus - Electricity
AN artist IN PROVO
Tongues dab on squares of bland colour They gave him a fighting chance to get out of town He had neon feelings like no other Floating on a Polaroid pyramid inches from the ground He cast an 8 bit shadow Hiding behind an acrylic veil of hope He saw the secret jackal Squeezing from a chimney which plumed white smoke Lust is a linear swamp Without forbidden love where would we be Down...