I just wanted to shout loud,
although my fight is not old.
I know that’ll you’ll hear me out,
if only your name is called.
We were just messing around,
now all our lives are done sold.
We didn’t need a good reason for our hearts to cold.
Cover up our streets,
trying not to see
what’s up underneath,
rotten to the seams.
Smoking all these trees,
chopping down the trees.
See the rising the seas,
don’t ask for the least worst.
90s alternative of the Pacific Northwest persuasion is given a lushly lo-fi update on this existential guitar record from Prathloons. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2022