In high school corridors, what is left
But ravenheaded girls with chequered bags
By Autumn twilights in empty parks
Sit dirty blondes with cigarettes
Thunder through the day, and kissed by walls of grey;
Pictures of her bass put on her MySpace page.
Concrete, cobblestone, and woodenhearted homes;
Where did the time go?
Flash the camera, close the blinds
Try again to get rid of that red-eye;
The number in the corner shows the memories to come
You feel that winter chill run up your spine.
Plunder in the snow, the ethereal glow
Waiting for the silence to touch your ghost;
The yellow light fights your eyes of blue
Don't you feel the disconnection too?
Why did it have to make me feel so sad?
A foreign memory that I can't explain;
Brutal nostalgia through a stranger's eye
A distant life that I never even had.
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016