Pickin' up razors in the lawn
Rotting in the fresh new corpse of time
Bonded by dimension glue
Excited, fucked, stretched, and strewn
Undesigned and undersold
Spit out the dust from the coroner's mouth
Be my television
Be my one and only god
Got the zeitgeist handin' out change
On every corner
While I find my home in the tiniest speck
Bonded by dimension glue
Excited, fucked, stretched, and strewn
Undesigned and undersold
Spit out the dust from the coroner's mouth
My mind is at the skate rink on a Friday
On a Friday night, 15 years after it closed
supported by 10 fans who also own “Skate Rink Anthem 2”
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude