A lessor’s skeleton on display
In a plaza off a dim blue highway
Remember earning your teenaged dime
Under the intercoms whine
Bleeding out white pale digital breath
Amongst the gallery of life and death
Placing objects in a paper bag
Bits for a frivolous spend
Who needs another
Mouth pining for the past
It’s creaking with age
And making a racket here
Who needs another man
Digging rivers for his own
(Who needs another man)
Maybe it’s time to step aside
The pain might disappear if you
Mind your scabs, man
I swear this love wants to learn
Smarts blunted by a foolish heart
But I’m slowly dripping
sand down the shore
At world’s end with these nameless saps
Feels so good to show
Myself to that imbecile
Sandblast the door right off the frame
Three notes should carry
The tune for awhile
And then you're out in the rain
Who needs another
Mouth pining for the past
It’s creaking with age
And making a racket here
Who needs another
Man digging rivers for his own
(Who needs another man)
Maybe it’s time to step aside
The pain might disappear
If you mind the sores
Miles away from shore
Landlocked and benign
Dumb and feeling fine
Sad reflections as I gaze upon
The reservoir of our design
Treatment plants pumping the waste
Straight down the drinking pan
credits
from '20,
released December 18, 2020
guitar solo: adam schneider
Consummate pop songwriting both smart and smooth, with the ability to resonate universally without compromising uniqueness. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2017
supported by 7 fans who also own “Man Made Rivers”
Dark synthpop/darkwave that succeeds mightily in crafting compelling moods and movements with brilliant songwriting. At times there’s almost an alt-rock vibe, but overall the sound makes me think of some of the darker and more somber Duran Duran songs.
That said, I could have done without the admittedly and thankfully infrequent usage of autotune on the vocals. Lute FP