I'll buy some cigarettes
And smoke them on the beach
I'll walk home alone
And douse my whole bedroom in bleach
Because I feel safe
Behind these four brick walls
But my skins too thin so can I borrow yours?
It's just enough
To let you walk out of that door
Knowing you left your head at home.
I'll close my eyes but i haven't dreamed in weeks
I'll board up all of my windows
And sedate myself with sleep
Cause i'm not giving up, but not getting up
Still here and it's all because of me.
Because i wished it was bright
So i'll just wait for the light
I'm sick of hearing i'm wrong
Instead of hearing i'm right
I'm sick of hearing that everything is fine.
All i ever wanted to be was
Safe in the comfort of my own company
All that you ever needed from me
Was for me to be concious
And act like theres nothing wrong.
I'll close my eyes but i haven't dreamed in weeks
I'll board up all of my windows
And sedate myself with sleep
Cause i'm not giving up, but not getting up
Still here and it's all because of me.
I fell asleep with the weight of the world
Crushing me until i'm gone.
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I'm coming out of a decade long musical hiatus. The last punk band to really move me was from the Bay (American Steel), so it's no surprise that I returned there for inspiration. Can't Swim is absolutely worth a listen for fans of Lawrence Arms or Taking Back Sunday. I'm sure there are much better comparisons - if that's you thing - but as I said, I've been out of the game for a long time. Thank you to Can't Swim for inspiring me to play again. Dave Wreckoning
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024