If I could serve my memory and make it stare right back at me, think that I would entertain a part of something more becoming
Lost our pops when we were young, change since then I’ve overcome. Held your hand when you were younger, soft little boy learns to speak.
I tried my hand at being open, sharing life and knowledge learned. Shut the volume flip the context, now I know that I’m obscene.
Last I heard you were scared of me, I think there’s someone turning pages. I can’t help but realize all is really temporary.
I was taught from early on to find my worth in time and never waver on it. Think I’ll keep my space.
Fired memoirs unforeseen, uninspired guillotine-killed my Father under me Sentimental!!
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. I tried to tell him in a language he could understand.
Rising sun it speaks of the coming ties. I can hear the music and it’s singing in my Native Tongue
Still the seed will bloom, end of June-Summer weather. We will live for the moment when the laughter moves outside.
Go and seek the truth, chew the fat, find your bliss and fish the river in the morning and forget that you’re alive.
Sill the day becomes dark above so cold of me-speak my mind and turn the mood into a foggy summer night.
I was taught from early on to find my worth in time and never waver on it. Think I’ll keep my space.
Often wronged but never right! Soured purpose now in flight; takes my space away from me! Instrumental!
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. Since you were young all was done none was sacred.
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. Call to the one above- spread some fire to the ones we love
Chugging, organ-laden motorik-psych from Spanish group Melange with lockstep rhythms and kaleidoscopic vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2017
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017