beginning to fit into this
skin beginning to
let things that I kept out in
beginning to cut
through ropes that I tied
with chin up I
wade into this rising tide
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
find the lies out
and cut them loose
beginning to sort
through the treasures I’ve found
I don’t look behind too much
now I look around
beginning to see
past the mirrors and smoke
finally finding ways
to fix the things that I broke
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
Find the lies out
And cut them loose
beer and marijuana
the little victories and all the dead ends
the hume highway
sun rises and sets
the sound of my daughters little footsteps
and the healing that hides in her laugh
the weight that resides within my chest
for the things that fill up my heart
now I feel blessed living
in this big town
like a lover caressed
I’m North Carlton bound and
I can’t believe all the things
I thought I knew
cos the things I know now and
all the shit I see through
I’m getting older that’s the truth
I’ve got lines on my hands and my face
that’s the prove
I sift through my life with open eyes now
find the lies out
and cut them loose
Psychedelia at its most fundamental, the new EP from pôt-pot is equal parts Velvet Underground, BJM, and hypnotic vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024
Re-live the rip-roaring, hooky-as-hell punk rock of The Hissyfits with this new collection, which compiles their first two cassettes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2024