The day ends
and up and down
back and forth.
David’s fallin’
off the wires,
walking with a knife’s edge
rusting in his right hand
waiting for the night and
waiting for an eye
in the storm.
The fault line’s greatest
closer to the bone.
Chorus 1:
I am drunk and sentimental
with killers quaking below my feet.
Verse 2:
I am asleep for half the year
and half asleep while I am here
and wishing just to wake and stay and David
yes he knows the same.
He’s waiting for a life
awake.
Chrous 2:
I am drunk and sentimental
with killers quaking below my feet.
Chicago turns to Sacramento.
Our houses fall to entropy.
Melodic post-grunge that eschews all of the negative connotations of that phrase and embraces all the positives: huge hooks, huge-r riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2023