my guitar is beggin for blood like this city is beggin for justice but they’re both, just living a fucking pipe dream
while i’m tryin to fill my fridge i’m tryin to fill in memories of a night when i burned a hole in my mind
but maybe it’s time for us to stop, killin our selves and maybe this is the summer when we should live
spend your days penatentary spend your time in a cubicle i’m havin a hard time, spotting the difference
numb your life or pain with drugs or alcohol or music and i still can not tell you the difference
but maybe it’s time for us to stop, killin our selves and maybe this is the summer when we should live
the hole in the ozone is almost as big as the one where we burn our money
the footprint of my pollution is not much bigger than the gaps in my memory or the skips in my heartbeat
and my heart beats like a wardrum
keeping me marching in line
and my heart beats like a wardrum
and your heart beats like a wardrum
and your heart beats just like mine
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
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