(soft touch)
Iced out or set aflame
We've lost the meaning of in between
Do I exile myself to get out of your brain?
You are a glutton for punishment
I am a conduit for pain
Our hearts are bleeding, my eyes are fleeting
My head's in outer space
We will learn the meaning of arm's length just yet
Cold shoulders shrugging towards a means to an end
Lick the boot that feeds
Fill the mouth that needs
Carve my name in your soul then leave, then leave
I spread myself too thin
Weaving and weaving this thread with no meaning
Pull a knot too tightly, and it's bound to snap
Snap decision up and go, in the dead of night
You're sleeping soundly so I go
So smoke me down to the filter
Wear me down to the bone
Tie me down and tire me out, then just leave me alone
Leave me alone
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
The latest from French Vanilla mashes up art punk, funk, and new wave into avant-garde pop songs as catchy as they are danceable. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2019