At the top of a treacherous grade
There's a place where friends are made
By sharing stories over a struggling fire in the pouring rain
And in a house that some hobos designed
We burned our socks just to try to stay dry
A familiar melody I've never heard uncorks in my mind
'Cuz even though my legs are dead
I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
Even though I look inbred
I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
A horsefly made it's nest in my bed
But I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
My bank account just hit the red
But I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no!
Yeah even though my legs are dead
I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
Even though my butt burns red
I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
Yeah that horsefly made it's nest in my bed
But I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no
My bank account just hit the red
But I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no I don't mind, no, I don't mind, no!
Tempering insidious rock hooks with shoegaze's feedback-driven delirium, these Bay Area upstarts find beauty in the loudest of messes. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2023