I wish I could speak on my own life
A document for the hell of it
If only I could write things down
On a typewriter that can circumvent the permanence of ink
I know I can’t find the words anyway
It’s too hard to empathize with my past self
When I’m a different person than i was yesteryear, oh well
How I long for continuity, how i long to hide what i can’t help
I wanna weigh myself down
Unsure if I’d drown
If rocks can’t sink this ship
I’m your iceberg sweet titanic
I want to reassemble all the broken parts
I want to know the part of me that let them scatter round
I want to vilify myself for what I’m unsure of
Any sense of connection to the past/future/present tenses
Rip the roots of confinement from the ground
Make my way through the woods dark and cold
Then maybe I could hold
(the past/future/present, the past/future/present)
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023
Slowcore, shoegaze, twee, and noise find their way into this ambitious full length from the St. Louis band Frankie Valet. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2020