Once was a stain and now a dark speck
that keeps me waiting at heaven's gate.
I heard a damp hacking cough as he walked past my house
down to the bridge round the way to a watery grave
Can't think of it again, I think I thought it would go away
once his cells presented as dead
This time I spent I think I bought.
Wrapped in a gauze, simply nailed to a bed.
I'm afraid to imagine. My feet keep dragging. I'm free.
My eyes never open to closure.
A life in the hand, in the bush in a band
whose singer died of exposure.
Shut up
Not enough to hear I have to see.
I learned everything I know from the TV
But they never show anyone taking a shit -
So I still don't know how to do it
I shit myself, my piss is opaque
Stuck in the binary of will-they-won't-they
His memory lives on through his goldfish
Default hubris. My fault truant myth:
I actually turned up every day - I actually didn't do shit
Hid out in restrooms, excrement festooned
Ex-criminals test you, to see more or less of you
Diligent umbrella seller
Immigrant intern yeller
Crowd under street lights til the moment's just right
Shaving new mullets for the season
Come back now for any reason
supported by 4 fans who also own “Shut Up, Say Cheese, And Die”
Junk Drawer lead the pack, swerving into unsettling territory - I love this band's sheer unpredictability. I remember their gig at Output where they followed an excellent set by The Bonk. These guys are the cat's pyjamas! Ursula's Crow
supported by 4 fans who also own “Shut Up, Say Cheese, And Die”
The Mary Wallopers are one of the finests bands from the actual Irish folk scene. Playing traditional tunes with great talent and a sophisticated sense of humor ;)
I hope to be able to see them live, on a stage or on a session as soon as possible ! mael_true_x