I look around
And I wonder what's to say
Alone again
I killed my best friend today
I shot her down
for the thousandth time this year
Below the buzz
Everything’s clear
A little gun
that I carved out of soap
I cut my hand
I'll bleed to death I hope
There's not enough
pieces left to make me clean
I'm getting darker
I don't know what I mean
TV, radio
everything's a show
Why I'm living here
I'm not sure I know
Lives are wasted, I
wish that I could go...
As the final line
interupts the flow
It fooled the guard
now I roam this earth
Conjugal visit
for what it's worth
I plant my seed
then run my ass to the hills
like another dumb animal's
gotta do what it feels
Like a magazine
life's a fashion show
Gotta walk the rope
with no room to grow
Plastic bullets fly
Mache holes they blow
On the TV screen
no one dies, you know
No one dies, you know
No one dies, you know
credits
from No Body Gives A Damn,
released January 18, 2018
Yasha Philips - Drums
Kentaro Otsuka - Bass
Lyle Tharp - Guitar/Vocals
New York indie pop duo embark on an ambitious, ecstatic spirit quest, crafted with continuous listening in mind; a dreamy, rewarding loop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023