something's wrong with the circuit
all i know is it's far from perfect
but nothing is off with
hoarding some junk down in a basement
with a horde of cats?
and then our saturday's a party
sunday's sorta rad
monday's kinda crummy, but money?
i guess it's not half bad
i hung my stripey shirt on a hook at the top of the stairs
you hid your nosy nose in a book as if somebody cared
i bet you felt like dirt when everybody stood around and stared
it wasn't the first time i had sweared
vomit stains on the carpet
unhygienic studio apartment
barfing can burn
i can't return
just like a canine
it's a dirty job
'cause then on tuesday we scream our throats out
by wednesday it's my fault
on thursday we hear that cure song playing
by friday we're in love... again
i hung my stripey shirt on a hook at the top of the stairs
you hid your nosy nose in a book as if somebody cared
i bet you felt like dirt when everybody stood around and stared
my mom always told me life's not fair
every fight i tell you more than you should know
every time i rehash every changing memory
every night i tell you more than you would ever dare
to tell me, like the last time
i hung my stripey shirt on a hook at the top of the stairs
you hid your nosy nose in a book as if somebody cared
i bet you felt like dirt when everybody stood around and stared
my mom always told me life's not fair
i hung my stripey shirt on a hook at the top of the stairs
you hid your nosy nose in a book as if somebody cared
i bet you felt like dirt when everybody stood around and stared
it wasn't the last time i would swear
something's wrong with the circuit
all i know is it's far from worthless
i can't find what i'm after
bide my time, avert disaster
cancer ate his bones
it claimed his brain
where it made its home
his liver and his lungs
were overtaken through his blood
disintegrating body
is anybody home?
it's kinda like karate
'cause it'll kick you
when you're down
on the ground
peter's dead
and i hate to break the news to them
peter's dead
it's time to let him rest his head
it's time to let him rest
about
this is a split cassette tape with kind of like paris put out by useless plastic toys (uselessplastictoys.bandcamp.com/album/split-cs). only ten copies were ever made by useless plastic toys, and they sold out fairly quickly.
boston shoegrungers whose band name for some unknown reason reminds me of the bands "daughters" and "dads." i put out a split with them in 2020. simian cyborg
Minneapolis-based songwriter and novelist Dan Hornsby makes warm, wobbly guitar pop following the narrative of a hapless lost decade. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024
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