it’s not the climb you notice
it’s not air that fills your burning lungs once at the summit
it’s all the stumbles and falls,
it’s the betrayals, mis-fucking-calculations of expectation
why are we made to suffer?
why oh why
why do we choose a master?
why oh why
all that i’ve needed so far
came in the form of burning questions, not answers
there’s no achievement no high
without suspicion drilling tunnels through my brain; it’s still the same
why are we made to suffer?
why oh why
why do we choose a master?
why oh why
the seam sewn tight in pulsing red
the crossroad marked in ink across each head
a trinity of crystal tombs returns the light
i ask myself each night…why?
all that i’ve needed so far
came in the form of burning questions, not answers
no achievement no high
without suspicion drilling tunnels through my brain
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023
Raw and hooky as heck, “Disaster Preparedness Coloring Book” is all classic, ragged indie sonics and rock-solid melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023