It was a huge fucking bummer that you died last night on drugs. I relived every moment overdosed in dreams you are always in my prayers my transcendent self. Please don’t wait to ask me for my help next time I will always be beside you to shoot some liquid into your heart. Don’t hesitate to ask me for my help next time I will always be supportive and will go to AA with you. It’s been a huge fucking impetus on my routine now that you are not around I can’t talk let loose and have friends. My ego death is reeling from my strung out teens, I just can’t wait to relapse and fall back into the sleep. I’ll not hesitate to ask for help next time, the split is bottled up inside me I feel like my head has collapsed. I’ll never hesitate to reach out for my phone and call my mom to pick me up so she can come and carry me home. All layered in the confidence is dread of the self, I am looking in a mirror claiming something that was there is now gone. Stone escapes the ego that is placed on the shelf I am clawing for the dormancy the suicide of past rips the bong.
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016