out of my way, I'm fighting for my peace again
I've got my bones, gonna build them into a sword
all the blood and tissues and nerves are being misused, dancing still they're spilling out and the big black jumper I'm wearing just to cover says he needs a little light
I wanna be who I always wanted to be; the sickest of the clouds, raining on your ground
chilling with some Chilean wine, inhaling a Camel, the mirror shows a little clown. does it ever get better or say there is a shelter when god is outside the town
This wild experimental artist from Chicago uses electric kazoos, tape loops, and more to craft far-out, wonderfully confounding songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021