On the one hand, some big box
on the other, old ethnic pride,
future as stupid and sad as the past
How are we supposed to begin to decide?
Buying, razing, building nothing
On the outside, looking in
that empty aisle
No air, no spark, no fires
See smoke in photographs,
In the past
No air, no spark, no fires
The ramp curves back to the city
Theres no house in the wild
And no part of us deep in the concrete
We knew as a child.
And when theyre done?
What then?
Same old thing man
Well, tear it down again
The most slept-on band in indie music makes a welcome return with another A+ record mixing hardcore and slacker rock with jokes. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023