Come and plant some daisies,
I’ll push up all the seeds.
It seems that everything I do I regret
Will my friends still bury me?
I guess I’m trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame
Never goes away. (x2)
We’re mixed and honed projections,
Reflections we emulate.
I feel like all of the words I try to sing
Just sound contrived and lame.
I guess I’m trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame.
Am I meant to dissipate?
Should I bend before I break?
Am I looking for an empty truth that never goes away?
Do we suffer all the same?
Do you think I’m fucking fake?
Are you looking for an empty truth that never goes away? (x2)
I guess I’m trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame.
I’m just so tired of forgiveness.
I’d rather fan every flame.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey
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