The recurring novelty of the day of my birth prompts a message from you
Should I respond you'll lure me back with your adhesive slew
But these compounding hours are leaving me sour. Still no word from you
A bitter batch of loathing stitched in your woven fibrous, cotton mesh
Your golden lined vinyl tablecloth has never even felt a plate
The cash box attendant cakes on her face to hide her husband's mistakes
A bitter old man sits on his ass as his wife walks the dog
A leash with no end always takes her back home to a reluctant friend
Sitting in the armchair he fingers through his thin, he blames it on her
A Bitter batch of loathing stitched in his swollen lack of success
This knot was once doubled now it’s doubled over and unraveling ties
Left with two ‘fraid ends dangling free with no place to reside
Confliction by a cold wind didn’t justify your painful means to this end
Epic, immersive songs that you disappear into, with rich layers of keys and ghostly vocal melodies conjuring a misty dreamworld. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2022