Blanket soaked a sugar sweet
Nothing left to do
Bled too much perfume
Sent lifts up the room
There was no excuse
I guess we did all we could do
What we could do
We could do
I guess we did all we could do
All that we could do
All that we could do
Hard to see the point in anything
Go to Wendys just to get a mood ring
Sun is always hotter in the south
Go to sea world to kiss a dolphin on the mouth
I gave up hope of ever trying to get out
Something to be laughed at until the fear drowns
I gave up hope of ever trying to get out
Something to be laughed at until the fear drowns
I gave up hope of ever trying to get out
Something to be laughed at until the fear drowns
I gave up hope of ever trying to get out
Something to be laughed at until the fear drowns
The meat lady sees me
With a kiss on my cheek
With a bird on a beak
With an eye and a wink
The meat lady jumbo saw cuts in half the week
She says oh I love you
But you look like a freak
She's standing there
In a floral skirt
Hands like silk worms
They eat up the dirt
Oh I beg for forgiveness
For a second chance
She snaps her fingers
And explodes
Coordinated Suicides make noise rock that melds burly, roiling dirges with the harsh and haunting textures of shoegaze and black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2022
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren