She says I’m best in moderation
And I’m guessing it shows
Poison and heavy rotation
Rotting down to the bone
I’ll take the blame for dislocation
And the filth as my own
Faith and family obligations
My hands can’t hold
And I’m keeping my corners clean
When I lay my head down
And what she said had nothing to do with it, no
So you take your bones home, take your bones home
Destroy yourself, come back to it, no
You destroy yourself then you come back to it
'Cause what she said, had nothing to do with it, no
So you take your bones home
Take your bones home
And I’m keeping my corners clean
When I lay my head down
No, no, no I don’t dream
No I don't dream
No I don't dream
And the filth falls through your hands, but not mine
The filth falls through your hands, but not mine
And I yell because I know why
Oh and I yell 'cause I know why
And I’m keeping my corners clean
When I lay my head down
No, no, no I don’t dream
No I don't dream
No I don't dream
And you send me off to sleep
Send me off to sleep
(Send me off to sleep)
Send me off to sleep
Send me off to sleep
(Send me off to sleep)
Send me off to sleep
Riff-heavy, blown-out garage-punk from the UK's Dez Dare with lyrics aimed at the political forces of division and isolation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019